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*    IL  ve  that  love  tbe  lord  rejoice  3    3 

Awake,  rhy  fojl,  »  "» BabeiVeurrenf  flows      879 
Along  ibcb.nk.wac.cB.be 

Amidft  thy  ^hA^2dw  great  » 7° 

Among  th'  ■fl5"Bb?"*C*S-  |ods  ^b 

Among  the  P«nces .  e«W  8-  1?0 
And  will  the  Gnd  of  grace 

•  a      ,11  the  foes  of  Sion  foo.s  >_ 

Are  all  tne  i«  fen<ekfs  grown  47 

A,e  fmners  now  fo  icn.e.e     B  ^ 

Almighty  God,  appearand  lav- 

Behold  the  lo^fky  ^ 

Behold  the  love,  the  ge_.  fig 

wS-hold  the  morning  tun 

Behold  us,  Lord,   "d,^~rfJ2  ,6? 

•    Behold.  O  God    wha  c      l  few 

Before  Jehovah-,  awm  1th.  one  ^ 

Blefs,  bmyfoul,theltvn!6God 

nvft  are  the  fons  ol  peace 

p-eft  are  the  fouls   who  hear  and  k  new 

Save  the  undefil'dm  heart 

Weft  ?s  the  man,  for  ever  bteit 

gklVistbemanwhofh!  -  > 

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Faht-r,  I  bleis  thy  gentle  hand 
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*'  irm  and  unmov'd  are  they 

m  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright  76 

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From  age  to  age  exalt  his  name  1 

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From  ;icep  diftrefe  and  trouble]  thoughts  41 

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Gf^o.mr  God  immortal  praffc  '          *J| 

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food  m  his  eauhly  temple  lays  ,£j 

W,  >s  the  refuge  of  his  faint,  ?7 

Godmyiunpor-erandmyhope  °5 

God  of  eternal  love  *55 

God  of  my  childhood  and  mv  youth  ?* 

God  omvl.fe  look  gently  down  **\ 

God  of  my  mertyand  my  praife  ,?5 

Good  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  Kin*  "* 

G^at  God,  attend  whileSionVings^  Jg 

G,.    God      ttend                          £^  72 

r      r  S  ■  'i°r  oft  did  Ifra^  rove  111 

G:;Godu,dulgemyh,mbiec^m  !° 

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grtk,  Goc,  wbofe  umverfal  f,  ay        '^  T6° 
Great  »tl« Lord,  exalted  high 


PSALM    V.  ?3 

6  Then  (hall  mv  cheerful  powersrejo.ee      • 
.At  grace  divine,  and  love  10  gea. 

fNo?  willl  change  tnyhaWPY*^ 

Fur  all  their  wealth  aud  boafltd  ftate. 

.,  ,    ,   o      Common  Metre. 

PSALM4.    Ver.  3,  4>  5'  b-     ^om 
An  Evening  Hymni 
TORD,  th  u  wih  hear  me  when- 1  pray; 
1^   I  am  for  ever  thine  : 
1  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 

Nor  would  I  dtre  to  fin. 
And  while  I.  eft  my  wea"y  heac; 

From  cares  and  bufinets  tree, 

'Tis  fwett  converting  on  my  bed, 

With  my  own  heart  and  tr.ee. 

T  oav  this  evening  faenfiee  \ 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Gre,iGod.  my  faith  and  hope  relic"  - 
Uoon  thy  gra-.eakne. 
.  Thus  with  mv  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 
1       mi  aive  mine  eyes  to  fltep : 
Thv  hand  in  (afety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  (lumbers  keep. 

PSALM     5.     Common  Metre. 
For  the  Lord's  Day  Morning*  . 
%   T    O  RD,  in  the  morning  th<  u  malt  hear 
JLj   My  voice  afcending  high; 
To  thee  wiH  I  direft  my  prayer, 

To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 
Up  to  the  niUs  where  Chiift  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 
Prefentiiigat  his  Father's  throne 
Cut  long?  and  cur  complaint. 
o  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whole  fight 
The  wicked  mail  not  Hand  ; 
Sinner,  fhah  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
v  dwell  at  thy  right  haad. 


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4  but  to  thv  h«nr«      -n  r 

I  win  rafl€  ^  m^«es  .here; 
1^^quent  thine  holy  court, 
And  wor/hip  m  thy  fear.        ' 

Make-every  path- of  duty  ftrait 

-«Q  P^-m  before  my Le' 

«  *»  Pause. 

6  Mywatchml  enemies  combine 

Tr">'  flat;tr  witJi  a  bale  deugn, 
1o  make  my  foul  their  prey 

And  all  h»  plots  deftroy  :  ' 

^hnetho.e  that  m  thy  mercy  truf} 
For  ever  (bout  for  joy         y         ' 
«    The  men  that  love  and  f^r  rh„ 

Sha,l  f«  tbei,  hopes  M^.""^ 
^e:mhtvGod^Jlcm  Jd 

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~  M     6-     Common  Metre. 
r&*j>lamnnmnefs;  or,  i^^ 

i   TW  Lord,  do  not  chaft.fe, 

-  -6-m'ia  feeble  worm. 
2  My  fuu]  bow'ddowrj  w;fL  , 

M^  A  *  -:h  painno^ ^y  cares, 
My  eouch  is  witnef    tn"      ,  ,   * 
.    My  rears  forbid  my  £*  *  ' 

I  Sorrow  and  grief  wear  out'm     J 

I   wa'U  -v.       ■   .  out  my  davs  ; 

?i  wafte  the  night  with  enj      '    ' 
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P  S  A  L  M     VI.  35 

Shall  I  be  dill  tormented  more  ? 

My  eyes  confum'd  with  griet  ; 
How  long,  my  G  d.  how  long,   before 

Thine  hand  afford  relief  ? 

He  hears  his  mourning  children  fpeak, 

He  pities  ail  our  groans  ; 
And  faves  us  lor  his  mercy  fake, 

And  heals  our  broken  bones. 

The  \  irtue  of  his  fovereign  word, 

Reftofes  our  fainting  breath  ; 
for  filent  graves  praife  not  the  Lord, 

Nor  is  he  known  in  death.  _, 

PSALM     6     Long  Metre, 
Temptations  in  Skknefs  overcome. 

LO  R  D,   I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes, 
When  thou  with  kindnefs  doit  chafiif;  ; 
-But  thy-fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 

0  let  it  not  againfc  me  rife  ! 
Pity  my  languishing  efiate, 

/■  nd  eafe  the  fon-ows  that  I  feel ; 

The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  bath  made, 

O.let  thy  gentler  touches  heal  ! 

See  how  in  fighs  I  pafs  my  days, 

And  wafte  in  groans  the  weary  night  : 

My  bed  is  watei'd  with  my  rears ; 

My  grief  confumes,  and  dims  my  fight. 

Look  how  the  powers  of  nature  mourn  ! 

How  long,    Almighty  God,  haw  long? 

When  (ball  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 

When  fhall  1  make  thy  grace  my  fong  ? 

1  feel  my  flefh'fo  near  the  grave^ 

My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpaip  ; 
But  graves  can  nev?r  praife  the  Lord, 
For  all  is  dull  and  filence  there, 


$6  P  S  A  L  M     VIII. 

6  Depart,  ye  tempters,  from  my  fou', 
-And  ail  defpairing  thoughts  depart  ; 
My  God.  who  heais  my  humble  moan, 
Will  cafe  my  flefh  and  cheer  my  heart, 

PSALM     7.     Common  Metre. 
God's  Care of his  People,  and  Punijhmevt  of ' Perfccuters* 

1  1VT  Y  Uuft  "S  in  my  iieav,'lJy  friend, 
XVi   My  hope  in  thee  my  God; 

Rife  and  my  helplefs  life  defend, 

From  thofe  that  feek  my  blood, 

2  With  infolence  and  fury  they, 

My  foul  to  pieces  tear, 
As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prev 
When  no  deliverer's  near.' 

3  If  e'er  my  pride  provok'd  them  nift, 

Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 
Then  let  them  tread  my  life  to  duh\ 
And  lay  my  honour  low." 

4  If  there  be  maiice  found  in  me, 

I  know  thy  piercing  eyes  ! 
1  fhouid   not  daie  appesf+e-ihee5 

Nor  afk  m*  God  to  rife. 
5  Arife,  my  God.  lift  up  thy  hand, 

Their  pride  and  pow'i  controuh 
A-  ake  to  judgement,  and  command 

Deliv'rauce  for  my  foul* 

Pause. 

6  Let  finners  and  their  wicked  rage 

Be  humbled   o  the  duff; 
Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  en-rage 
To  vindicate  thejuft.  ? 

7  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tr>s  the  reigns, 

He  will  defend  th'  upright  : 
Hisiharprft  arrows   he  ordains 
Againtf  the  fons  of  fpitc- 


PSALM     VIIT.  37 

8  Tho'  leagu'd  in  gule  their  malice  fpread, 

A   fna^e  before  my  way  ; 
Their  mifchiefs  on  their  impious  head, 
His  vengeance  fhall  repay. 

9  That  cruel  persecuting  race 

^  Muti  led  his  dreadrol    word 
Awake  my  foul,  and  praife  the  grace 
-find  jultice  ol  the  Lord 

PSALM     8.     Short  Metre. 

God's  Sovereignty  and  Goodr,tfs ;  and  Mairs  Do^im 

over  the  Creatures. 

1    C^i   L0RD'  °i:r  heav'nly  King, 
V^y     'I  hy  name  is  all  divine; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  aie  fpread, 
-And  o'er  thf.  heavens  thev  fhinc. 
i  When  to  titv  works  on  high 
I  raife  my  won<l?rtn» eyes, 
And  fee  the  moon  ccwmp  !ete  in  light 

Adorn  the  darkfotne  fkits, 
When  I  fu'rvey  the  fiars 

Av.Ci  all  their  finning  forms, 
Lord,   what  is  mm,  that  wortfileft  th'm*      f«T  J. 
A-kiu  to  duft  and  ,vr  ins  ?  \.-6 

Lord,  what  is  worthless  iran 
it.  That  thou  fkouM'fl  fove 

Next  to  -ii';  e  angels  is  he  p'<  - :'  • 

And  Jure]  ol  alTbefow. 
Thine  honours  cn'vr.  [ 

like  n-vt 

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And  wond'i, 


38  PSA  L  M     VIII. 

1   [From  mouths  of  feeble  babes 

And  fucklings,  thou  canft  draw 
Surpriiing  honours  to  thy  nam*  ! 
And  ftrike  the  world  with  awe, 
8  O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  King, 
Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  ihiue.] 
PSALM     8      Common  Metre. 
Chrifi's  Condcfur.fon  andGloiijication ;  oi  G<  d  madt  Man, 
j    S~*\  LORD,  our  Lord,  how  wond'icus  great 
X^J     Is  thine  exalted  name! 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  date 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 
i  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 
The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
And  frrnbg  ftars  that  grace  the  fky, 
'Ihofe  moving  worlds  of  1  ghi. 
3  Lord,  what  is  roan,  or  all  his  race. 
Who  dwells  Id  far  below, 
That  thou  fhouid  viht  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  fo  ? 
a  That  thine  eternal  Son  fhouid  bear 
To  take  a  morial  form, 
Made  lower   than  bis  angels  are, 
To  fave  a  dying  worm  ? 

5  [Yet  while  he  liv'd  on  earth  unknown, 

And  men  would  not  adoie, 
Behold  obedient  nature  own, 
His  Godhead  and  his  pow'r. 

6  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  feet; 

And  hfh  at  his  command, 
Bring  their  large  fhoals  to  Peter's  net, 
Bring  tribute  to  his  hand. 

7  Thcfe  lefft-r  gloiiesof  the  Son, 

Shcne  thu-ugh  the  fLlhy  cloud  ; 
Mow  we  behold  him  on  his  throng  . 

Aai  men  confei  him  God. 


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.PSALM     Vllf. 

8  Let  him  with  majefty  be  crown'd, 

Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death  •  * 

-And  his  eternal  honours  found,    ' 
From  all  things  that  have  breath. 
9  Je/us,  our  Lord,  how  .wond'ious  great 
Is  thine  exalted   name  ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  (late 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim" 
PSALMS.^.  r,2.  paraphrafed. '  Firfl  Part  L 
The  Hofanna  of  the  CM  J;  or,  Infa^^o 
1    ALtJIGHTY   ^erofthefldes^7  6 
f    ,    .-     °   the  wide  ea"h  thy  name  is  fnrc^ 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rife  *  *""* 

Derail  the    heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made. 
*   To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 

a    Ti°undlns  notes  of  honour  raife: 
And  babes  with  unmitrufted  tongue 
Declare  the  wonder3  of  thy  praife 
3  Thypow'raffifts  their  tender  a*e 
To  bring  proud    rebels  to   the  g?ound 
Joftd   the  bold  bl,fphemer's?a«,     ' 
And   an   their  policies  confoundg 
4  Cmldren  amidft  thy  temple  thron* 
To  lee  their  great  Redeemer's  face  ; 
Tnc  Son  of  David,  is  lbcir  fona        ' 
And  loud  Hofanr.as  fill  the  pVe 
5  The  frowning  fcribes  and  an.ry  pr^ls 
In  va.n  their  impious  cavils  ban/ 
Revenge  fusfnent  in  their  breafb 

Adam  .,iChr'irt    t^r^t1  **"  *«<*.*• 

-L  S.^rrrrr-ade-^. 

That  thou  fn  u  d'   ?(  Mg-°f  thc  duft 
lut  iuft  kl u  et  hiH1  a»d  his  race 

ucJ^tb.low  an  angel's  place?  ' 

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P  S  A  L  M     IX. 

;.  thnv.  fiiou!J'ft  raife  his  nature  To, 
jLmake  him  lord  of  all  below  ; 
ftev'rv  beaft  and  bird  lub/nu, 
s>fi  lay  '-he  fiCfees  at  his  feet  ? 

!  what  brighter  g'ories  wait 
•Ur)Wn  the  fecond  Adam's  ii    e  3 
■*4$t  honours  mail  thy  Son  adorn  ; 
Jo  cor.delceiu'.ed  to  be  born? 
,  Jjiim  below  his  angels  made; 
if*  Lid  him  number'd  with  tf*e  dead, 
'   3»ave  a  ruin'd  world  from  fin; 
iHfhe  mall  reign    with  pow'r  divine, 
./flie  world  to  come,  ■  cacem'd  from  all 
The  mis'ries  that  attend  the  fail  ) 
New  made  and  glorious  ihai.1  fubmit 
At  our  exalted  Sadcau's  feet. 
PSALM    9    jficft  Part.     Common  Metre. 
Wrath  and  Merer  font  the  Judgment  Stat. 

i  T  H  my  whole  heart  I'li  rare  my  fong, 
W     Thy  wond«r$  I'll  proclaim, 
Thou  fo\  "ll    £nd  wlon3 

Wilt  put  thy  foes  to  ihame. 
rj  I'll  fmg  thy  majdh  and   grace; 
Mv  God   prepares  his  throne 
To  hdcre  the  world  in  righteoufnds, 
And  make  his  vengeance  known. 

3  Tbeu  Inallthe  Lord  a  refine  prove 

For  all  the  poor  oppreVd  ; 

To  fave  the  people  of  his  love, 

And  give  the  weary  if  ft. 

4  The  men  that  know' thy  name  will  tiufk 

In  thy  abundant  grace; 
Tor  thou  haft  ne'er  forfook  the  juffi, 
Who  humbly  feek  thy  lace. 

5  Sing  pr3ifes  to  the  righteous  Lord, 

Who  dwells  in  Zton  s  Hill, 
Who  executes  his  thfea'tning ;  wojd, 
Whofe  wciks  his  grace  fulfil. 


P  S  A  L  fc     JX. 

PSALM     9.     Ver.   ,2.     Second  Part.     C- I 
1   T  t  TTuiS'?JU°m  and  E^  °f  P'-ovidertce, 

W     c?\V'e  great  Judi;e'  f»P«we  and  iufh 
Shah  once  enquire  for  blood; 

el   m  ?b!e  (0n,S  tha:  mourn  «'«  <*uft, 
Shail  find  a  faithful  God. 

2  He  from  1  he  dreadful  ga  es  of  death 
Does  his  own  children  raife  • 
In  Zen's  gates  with  cheerful  breath, 
They  fing  their  Father's  pralfe. 
3  His  foes  fnall  fall  with  beedfefs  fe« 
I  Into  the  p!t  they  made  ; 

And  fumers  perifh  in  the  net 

That  their  oivn  hands  have  fpread 
.4  Thus  by  rhv  judgment,  mighty  God, 
Are  thy  deep  counfels  known  : 
\V hen  men  of  mifchief  are  deftrov'd, 
In  Jnares  that  w^re  their  own.  ' 

Pause. 

5  The  wicked  ihal]  fink  down  to  hel]  • 

ihy  wrath  devour  the  lands 
■    Tnat  dare  forger  thee,  or  rebel 
Againft  thy  known  commands. 

6  Though  faints  to  fore  diftrefs  are  brought 

And  wait    a„d  long  complain,        fi     > 
TheIrCnesrb3|incverbefo^ 

Ivor  fhall  their  hopes  be  vain. 
1   Rue,  great  Redeemer,   from  thy  feat, 
*o  jud^e  and  fave  the  poor- 
Let  nations  trcmb4e  at  thy  feer^" 
«a<J  mar.  prevail  no  more. 
8  Thy  thunder  (hall  affrfgM  the  pre 

««  <:  •'  •  :a'  feeble  raen.]  ' 

E  a 


/2  P  S  A  L  M     X. 

PSALM     10.     Common  Metre. 
f  Prayer  heard,  end  Saints  fared;    or,  Pride,  Atheifm' 
A     and  OppreJJionpumJIied  — For  a  Humiliation  Day. 

JX    X/t/HY  doth  the  Lord  depait  Co  far, 
V  V      And  why  conceal  his  face, 
When  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  dHtre.fs? 
I  2  Lord,  fhall  the  wicked  ftill  deride 
Thy  j  lftice  and  thy  laws  ? 
Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  flight  their  lighteous  caufe? 

3  They  csfl  thy  judgments  from  their  fight, 

And  then  infult  the  poor  : 
They  boaft  in  their  exalted  height, 
That  they  fhaU  fall  no  more. 

4  Arife,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand, 

Attend  our  humble  cry  ;i 
,  No  enemy  fhall  dare  to  ftand, 
When  God.aicends  on  high. 

Pause. 

c  WThy  do  the  men  of  malice  rage, 
And  fav  with  foolifh  pride, 
The  Cnd  of  heav'n  will  ne'er  engage 
To  f-ght  on  Z  on 's  jide  ? 

6  But  thou  forever  art  our  Lord  ; 
And  powerful  is  thine  hand, 

As  when  the  Heathens  felt  thy  Ivvord, 
And  perifh'd  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  prsy, 
Ar.d  caufe  thine  ear  to  hear; 

Accept  the  vows  thy  children  pay, 
And  free  thy  faint.-,  from  fear. 

8  Proud  tyrants  ftnll  no  more  oppress, 
No  more  defpife  the  juft : 

And  mighty  fmncrs  fhall  confefs, 
They  are  but  earth  and  duft. 


PSALM     XI,  XII. 

PSALM     11.     Long  Metre. 
God  loves  the  Rigltxus,  and  hates  the  Wicked, 
V  refuge  is  the  God  of  love; 


Why  do  my  foes  infu'U  and  cry,  = 
Fly  like  a  thn'reus  trembling  dove, 
lo  dijlant  woods  or  mountains  fly  ? 

2  If  government  be  once  deflroy'd, 
(This  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 
And  violence  make  juftiee  void, 
Where  {hall  the  righteous  fcek  redrefs  ? 

3  The  Lord  in  heav'n  has  fix'd  his  throne, 
His  eye  fuiveys  the  world  below  : 
To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known; 
His  eye-lids  fearch  our  fpiriis  through. 

-4  If  he  afflicts  his  faints  fo  far, 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace, 
What  may  the  bold  tranfgrcfibrs  fear  ? 
His  foul  abhors  their  wicked  ways. 

5  On  impious  wretches  he  fhall  ram 
Sulphurous  fUmes  of   wafting  death, 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 
Of  Sodom,  with  Wu  an;>ry  breath, 

6  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  fouls, 
Whole  thoughts  and  actions  are  iincere, 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 
The  men  that  his  own  image  bear. 

PSALM     12      Long  Metre. 
The  Saints  Saftv  and  Hope  in  C--i'  Times :  Or,  ? 
the  Tongue  complained  of,  viz.  Blafohemy.  Faljkood,  &c 
»      A   LMIGHTY  God  appear  iv.d  fave  !  \ 

l\   For  vice  and  vanity  prevail  : 
The  godly  perifh  in  the  grave, 
The  juft  depart.  ;  he  faitbful  fail. 
2.  The  whole  di  'co;:rfe,.  when  crouds  ar^^act, 
Is  fill'd  with  trifles  Iodic  and  vsinj     • 

h  lips  ?re  fl->;terv  and  cNro.i?,  •' 
•  And  their  r-Toud  language  is  p:'f*»e. 
J    Ua 


c'«c  t 


(  ) 


Sut  hpstlwc  v.ith  deceit  abound, 
il.aUi.o. :  maintain  their  triumph  long: 
1\  T      fl        ?'  ^ngeance  will  confound 
Vne  fla"enngand  blafpbeming  tongue. 
Jf.  f  A//W  EtW7£  fc  /)>,,,  they'crv  ° 

sJre u tllt  Lord' Zuil1  "Jk  us lv/ly ? 

m  fay,  cur  lips  ar%e  net  our  ccoh  ? 

The  I  ord,  who  fees  the  poor  oprrefl 
r       And  hears  the  oppreflb:' 'haughty  ftrlin 

Wi.M  n.^e  to  give  his  children  Pel}         d' 

Norfhall  they  trdt  his  word  in  vain. 
f6  Thy  word,  O  Lord,  the' of:en  trv'd 

Void I  of  deceit  fhall  ftij*  appear;     ' 
•:'jf-',  ftv'n  time  purify'd 
r  Irom  dr°rs  a"d   ™*ure,  ihines  f0  dear 

J^.yg^ce.'haliiathedarkerthcur 
:..-:•'-'; -t!-"-ni  danger  end. <u;-pri(e: 
fftc  when  the  vilcft  men,  have  pow'r 
On  every  fide  oppress  rile. 

p  S  A  I  m     12.     Common  Metre- 
f 'faint  of  ajenerul  Ccrruftivn  of  Manners  •  or    Ti 
J  ?  &  ns  oj  c..rut  6  coring  to  jietgmtnt. 

1AE}^.  Lord>  lor  men  of  vfrtotfaH,' 
-      Kchgion  lofcs  ground  ! 
>ns  oi  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound. 

r  oaths and  promises  they  break, 
tererfa  part ; 
deceitful  lips  they  focak:  - 
And  ivnh  a  double  feeart; 

rul  word  : 

CIV 


PSALM     XVIII.  55 

3  What  Turners  value.  I  refign; 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine; 
I  fhaii  behold  ihy  bl&fol  face, 
And  (land  complete  in  righteoufnefs. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  (how; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  fubftamial  and  fincere  ; 
When  (hail  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5  O  glorious  hour!  O  blcft  abode! 
J  fhall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  flefh  and  fin  no  more  controul 
The  [acred  pleafures  of  the  foul. 

6  My  flefh  fhall  (lumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  lad  trumpet's  joyful  found; 
Then  burft  the  chains  wih  fweet  furprife* 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rife. 

PSALM   1 8.     Firji  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Ver.  i—  g,  i5— ,8. 
Deliverance  from  Defpair  ;  or,  Temptation  overcome, 
l   HPHEE  will   I  love,  O  Lord,  my  ftiength,    - 
■*      My  iock,  my  tow'r,  my  high  defence  ; 
Thy  might y  arm  (hail  6e  my  truff, 
For  I  have  found  falvation  thence. 
I   Death,  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 
Stood  round  me  with  their  difmal  (hade; 
While  floods  of  high  tempiation  rofe, 
And  made  my  finking  foul  at i  aid. 

3  I   faw  the  op'ning  gates  of  hell, 

With  endlefr,  pains  and  forrows  there,         ,  • 
(Which  none  but  they  that  feci  can  tell) 
While  I  was  hurry'd  to  "defpair. 

4  In  my  diflrefs,  I  call'd  ray  God, 
When  1  Lould  ftarcc  believe  him  mine; 
lie  bow'd  his  ear  tojny  complaint  ; 
And  prov'd  his  faving  grace  divine. 


P  S  A  L  M    XVUl. 

J.j  [With  fpecd  he  (lev  to  my  relief 
|f-Js™a  cherub's  wing  he  rode  ; 
,       Awful,  and  bnght  as  lightning    fhone 
I*      I  he  lace  of  my  deliverer,  God. 
)6  Temptations  fied  at  his  rebuke, 

The  blaft  of  his  Almighty  brea'h- 
J    He  fent  falvation  from  on  high,    ' 
And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death.J 
R    pfrea,twere,my  fears,  my  foes  were  great 

'7    t       u    u    '  m>'Lord>  1S  conqueror  full       S' 
/     In  all  the  wars  the  proud  can  wage. 

IS  My  fong  for  ever  (hall  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  I.o.d 
X)ue  to  hu  mercy  and  his  powV. 

PSALM     ,8. 

Sxond.Part.     Ver  on >£      t 

/    '■  2°     2°.     Long  Metre. 

&»«*%  A***  W  rewarded 

'    T    ^'^^(tfeenmvf.ulfincere, 

rw  m3de  thy  truth  and  ^ve  apoear 

Before  mine  eyes  1  fet  thy  Jaws  PP 

And  thou  haft  own'd  my  rightcou,  caufc. 
f2.inceIhayelearn'dthyholywa)S, 

Ivewalk'd  upright  before  thv  face; 

Or  if  my  feet  d)d  e'er  depart.' 

Thy  love  reclaimed  my  w.nd»,i„?  h,art 

4  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft  '  ' 
M  hat  wars  and  ftruggli„g,  in  my  b  'ff , 
But  through  thy  grace  thlt  reigns  with  ' 
1  guard  agamft  my  darling  fin 

4  Tnatfihthattlpfehefeiajrieftili, 

That  wo;^  and  ftrivc*  againfl  my  wili- 

Peftroyn,  that  ic  rife  no  more.   F 


P  S  A  L  Ivi     XVlIi.  5S 

5  With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward  : 
The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  fhall  find 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 

6  And  men  that  love  revenge  fhall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too  : 
The  juft  and  pure,  fhall  ever  fay, 
Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juR  than  they. 
PSALM     i8-     Third  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Fer.30,  31,  34<  35'  36-  &c- 
Rejoice  in  God  ;  or,  Salvation  and  Triumph. 

1  TUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
J    Great  Rock  of  my  lecure  aoode: 
Who  is  a  God  befide  the  Lord 

Or  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 

2  'Tis  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 
Gives  me  his  holy  iword  to  wield  ; 
And  while  with  fin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  fheld.  I 

3  He  lives  and  fsleffinga  crown  his  reign, 
The  God  of  my  falvation  lives. 

The  dark  defigns  of  hell  are  vain  ; 
While  heav'nly  peace  my  Father  gives. 

4  Before  the  (coffers  of  the  age, 
I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 
Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 

But  meet  reproach,  and  bare  the  frame. 
•    Tc  David  anil  his  royal  feed 
J   Thy  ?race  brevet  mall  extend  ; 

Thy  love  to  faints,  in  Ckr$:&\ert  head. 
Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 
F  S  A  L  M     18.    'Firfi  ?«■?*•     Common  'ivletre. 

Victory  and  Triumph  over  tempered  Enemies. 
1  "1X7 E  love  the*,  Lord,  and  we  adore, 
Now  is  thine  arm  revtatM; 
Thou  art  our  ftrengtK,  dUrheaVuty  tow'r, 
Our  bulwark  and  our  fhield. 


i\ 


M  P  S  A  t  M    XVIII. 

2    VV  e  fly  to  our  eternal  Rod:, 
And  find  a  fure  defence;' 
His  holy  name  ou  !ke> 

Arc  crew  falvaifoii  ihtt  ce 

3  Wtl  G°d  °U1  ltacer  **«  »n  »nw, 
,  What  mortal  hear!  can  Lear 

Ihetnundei  of  his  loud  alarms  ? 

The  light'ningof  his  fpear  ? 
)    i   He  rides  -.xym  the  winged  wind, 

-And  angels  in  array 
/       In  ™>»'on?  "wait  to  know  his  mind, 
-sne  fw^ftas  .flames  obey. 

I  5      ,^ca,ks?  and  at  hjs  fie,ce  nktiki 

Whole  armies  are  difmay'd; 
His  vo;ce  ,  h,s  frown,  his  angry  look 
J  a  riKcs  a. I  thur  courage  dead 

f  *  Hrh .miourgen'ra:s  for  the  field, 
.Withal!  ;hcir  dreadful  {kill: 
G.vesthe.nhisa.fulf.^.a^,,^^ 
?  ^,d  makes  their  h.  arts  of  ftecl. 

>tna,  the  Lord  whole  nations  bkft 

*01  lusown  chuich'sfakc; 
^pow»sifca^:vc  his  peopj-  reft, 
M»d  oi  hiscare  partake.. 

PSU  M    I8'  ^W^,    Common  Metre. 

r  //«  Conqueror's  Song. 

Otim.e  almighty  arm  we  owe 
*hCtriumnhso*.thecW: 

rors,  Lord,  coafound  the  foci 

^    -Ana  me-t  their  ftrcng.h  away. 
«   '1  .s  by  thy  aid  our  troops  prevail, 
rtnd  break  united  powers; 
Cr;Mrn  tncirboafted  fleets,  or  fcaie 
the  prpiided  ofiheir  tow'rs. 
3  How  have  we  chas'd  the*  through  the  field, 
-^  trod  .hem  to  the  ground? 
-•■  -v  falvatidn  was  our  fheld, 
JJuttbeyco  fhrJier  found  J 


PSALM     XIX.  - 

a    In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry, 
And   perifh  in  their  blood  . 
Whrre  is  the  rock  to  $rcat,  fo  high, 
So  powerful*  as  our  God. 
5  The  God  of  IfraeUvzx  lives  ; 
His   name  be  ever  Weft  ; 
'lis  his  own  arm  the  yi&'ry  gives, 
.And  gives  his  people  reft. 

•   ■-  ■'•j*     „         f,y/?  Prr*      Shaft  Metre. 
The  Book  of  Nature  and  So ij. lure . 
For  a  Lord's  Day  Morning. 
1   T)  *E  H  O  L  D  tte  lofty  fky, 
Jj>     Declares  its  BBaKCi  God, 
And  all  the  ftaty  works  en  high 
Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 
<Z  The  darknefs  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  courfe  the  fame : 
'      While  night  to  day  and  day  10  night 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

o  In  ev'ry  diff 'rent land 

Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known  ; 
They  fhow  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 
.    a  Ye  Chrifiian  lands,  rrjoice, 

Here  i.e  reveals  his  word  ; 

We  are  not  left  to  nacure's  voice 

To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

r  His  fhtutes  ?nd  commands 
.      Are  fet  be! ore  our   eyes, 
He  puis  his  gofpel  in  our  hands, 
Where  our  falvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  juftand  pure, 
His  truth  without   deceit ; 
His  promifes  for  ever  fore, 
And  his  rewards  are  e;'— 


J8  P  S  A  L  M     XIX. 

7   Not  honey  to  the  tafte 

Aflford*  io  much  delight; 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  pafs'd 
So  much  aliures  the  fight. 

%  While  of  thy  works  I  ling 
1  hy   glory  to  proclaim, 
Accept  the  praife    my  God,  my  Kit)*, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name, 

PSALM     19.     Second  Pat t.     Short  Metre. 
God's  Word  tnqfl   excellent ;  or ',  Sincerity  and  Watch- 
fu'ntfu 
For  a  Lord's  Day   Morning: 

1  T\  ^  ^  9  ^  ^  ine  inorni»g  fun 
±J     Begins  his  glorious  way; 

Uis  beams  through  all  the  nations   run, 
And  ii  e  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  gofpel  comes, 

It  fpreads  divizjc*- ligi;ts 
It  calls  dead  finners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 

3  How  perfeft  js  t|;y  wor<jj 

And  all  thy  judgments  jui>. 
For  e%er  fure  thy   promife,  Lord, 
And  men  fecurcly  trutf. 

4  Mygtacious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy   directions  giv'n ! 
O  may  I  revei  read  in  vain,  ' 
But  find  the  path  to  hear'n  ! 

Pause. 

5  I  beard  thy  word  with  love 

And  I  would  tain  obey   ' 

Send  thy  good  f.nu  from  above 
To  guide  me  felt  I  ftray, 

6  O   who  can  ever  find  * 

T  he  errors  of  his  ways? 

YetwithaboldprcfamptuousmnJ 
I  would  not  dare  traofgrefii. 


P  S  A  L  M     XIX.,  f,9 

Warntneofcv'ryrm, 

Fo.eWcmvfccrct  faults, 
And  cleaafe  this  guilty  foul  of  mine, 
\\  hole  crimes  exceed  my  though?*. 
8  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 
I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad; 
Accept  'he  worfhip  and  the  fong, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

PSALM     19.     Long  Metre. 

The  Eooks  of  Nature,  and  the  Scripture  Mpared;  or, 

the  glory  and  Succefs  of  the  GcfpJ. 
1    npHE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 
1     la  every  ftar  thy  goodnefs  Ihines  ; 

But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 

We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  hues, 
e  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days  thy  pow'r  cenfefs, 

But  the°bleft  volume  thou  haft  wik, 

Reveals  thy  juftice  and  thv  eiar- 


G; 


60  PSALM     XIX. 

PSALM  19.     To  the  Tune  of  the  1 1 3th  Pfalrn 
The  Book  of  Nature  and  Scripture. 
RE  AT  God,  the  heav'ns  well  ordci'd  fracx 
^J  Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name  ; 
There  thy  rich  woiks  of  wonder  fhine  ; 
A  thoufand  harry  beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear 
Of  bound iefs  pow'r,  and  fkill  divine. 
2  From  night  to  day,  frcm  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 

Le&ures  of  heav'nly  wiidum  read  ; 
With  iilent  eloquence  they  raife 
Out  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 
And  ntiiher  found  nor  language  need. 
q   Yet  their  divine  inftruftiom  run 
'  Far  as  the  joumies  ot  the  fnn, 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice  ; 
1  he  fun,  like  fome  young  bridegroom  drcft, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eafi 

Roils  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 
,»„,.  v_  (preads  his  beams  abroad, 
-'his  rmker  God  : 


PSALM     XX.  '61 

7  Thy  thrfat'nings  wake  my  flumb'ring  eyes, 
And  warn  me  wnere  my  danger  lies; 

Bui  Ms  'hy  bleffrd  gofpel,  Lord, 
That  makes  mv  guilty  conrcier.ce  clean, 
Converts  my  foul,   fubdues  my  fin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

8  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
My  God,  fprgjve  my  'ecret  faulty, 

And  from  preTumptuous  fms  reftrain  ; 
/  cctpr  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  ot  gr^ce 

And  book  of  name  not  in  va  n. 

PSALM     20.     Long  Metre. 

Prayer  and  Mope.  oJVillory, 

For  a  Day  of  Prayer  in  Time  of  War. 

i-   \TOW  rmy  true  God  of  pow'r  and  grace 
I'M     -•'.trend  his  people's  humble  cry  ! 
Jehovah  hear?,  when  ijrael pr&ys, 
And  brings  deiiv'rance  from  on  high. 

2  The  nam?  of  Jacob's  God  defends, 
When  bucklers  toil  and  brazen  wail;; 
He  from  his  f-mclugry  fends 
Succour  and  ftrength  whes  Zion  calls* 
Well  he  remembers  all  out  fighs, 
Mis  love  exceeds  pi*r  h.  ft  deferts  ; 

■is  love  accepts  -he  facr'fics 

)f  hn.nble  groans  and  broken  heai'.s, 
M  I i:s  falvation  is  our  hope, 

nd  in  the  na  ni  of  lyrid's  G  ,dt 

•nr  troops  ihail  hit  their  bankers  u", 

Uir  natives  fpr.  zd  thar  flags  abroad, 

ime  truft  in  hories  train'd  for  w  ■-. 
id  feme  of  chariots  Wake  the  •  boafl  ; 
r  lureftexpcclations  sre 

om  thee,  the  Loid  of  heav'ulv  hoiV. 


62  PSALM     XXL 

6[  O  may  the  mem'ry  of  thy  name 
Inlpire  our  armies  for  the  fight ! 
Our  foes  fhall  fall  and  die  with  fname  ; 
Or  quit  the  field  with  coward  flight. ] 

$  Now  fave  us,  Lord,  from  flavifh  fear, 
Now  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  lliong, 
Till  thy  iaivation  fhall  appear, 
And  joy  and  triumph  raiie  the  fong. 

PSALM     21.     Common  Metre. 
National  Bleffing'  acknowledged. 

l    TN  thee,  great  God  with  fongs  of  praife, 
J.    Our  favour'd  realms  rejoice  ; 
And,  bleft  with  thy  iaivation,  raife 
To  heav'n  their  cheerful  voice, 
ft  Thy  fure  defence,  thro'  nations  round, 
Hath  fpread  our  nfing  name, 
And  all  our  feehle  efforts  crown'd 
With  freedom  and  with  fame. 
«  In  deep  diftrefsour  injuv'd  land 
Implor'd  thy  power  to  lave; 
For  life  we  pray'd;  thy  bounteous  hand 
The  timely  blefling  gave. 
A  Thy  mighty  arm,  eternal  Power, 
*        Oopos'd  their  deadly  aim, 

In  mercy  fwept  them  from  ourfhore, 
And  fpread  their  fails  with  fhame. 
c  On  thee,  in  want,  in  woe  cr  pain, 
Our  hearts  alone  rely  ; 
Our  right*  thy  mercy  will  maintain, 
And  all  our  wants  fupply. 
6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wond'rous  power  declare, 
And  ftiU  exalt  thy  fame; 
While  we  glad  fongs  of  F«ife  prepare, 
For  thint  Almighty  name. 


PSALM     XXI,  XXII.         63 
PSALM     21.     1-9.     Long  Metre. 

Chrijl  exalted  to  the  Kingdom. 
i   T\  AVID  rejoie'd  in  God  his  itrengtb, 

XJ   Rai^  l°  the  throne  b>'  f?"Cldi  graC£' 
But  Chrj/i  the  Son  appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  the  triumph  a  id  the  praile. 
s  How  great  the  bleft  Meffizh's  joy 
In  the  falvation  ot  th>  hand! 
Lord,  thou  haft  rais'd  his  kingdom  high, 

And  giv'n  the  woild  to  his  command, 
o  Thy  goodnefs  grant*  whate'er  he  will, 

Ner  doth  cheleau  requefl  withhold: 

Bicflings  of  love  prevent  him  foil. 

And  ciowns  of  glory,  not  ot  go^. 

4  Honour  and  maj  ft)  divine 
Around  his  facred  temples  thine  : 
Bleft  with  the  favour  of  thy  face* 
And  length  of  everlafting  days. 

5  Thine  hand  (hail  find  out  all  his  foes  ; 
Add  as  a  fi«ry  oven  glows 
With  raging  heat  and  living  co^s, 
So  fhall  thy  wiath  devour  their  foul?. 

PSALM  22.  1— 16.    Firjl  Part,     Common  M. 

The  Suffering  and  Death  ofCkrijt. 
t    \  T  7HY  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook, 
W     Nor  will  a  (mile  afford  ? 
(Thus  David  once  in  atfguifh  fpoke, 
'    And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 
a  Though  'tis  thy  chief  delight  to  dwell 
Among  thy  praifmg  faints, 
Yet  thou  canft  hear  our  groan  as  weh, 
And  pity  out  complaints. 
«>  Our  fathers  trufted  in  thy  name, 
And  great  deliv'rance  found  ; 
And  I'm  a  worm  defpis'd  of  men, 
And  trodden  to  the  ground. 
C  a 


64  PSAL  M     XX [I. 

4  With  fhakiwg  head  they  pafs  me  by, 

And  lauirh  my  foul  to  (corn: 
In  vain  he  trufts  in  God,  they  cry, 
N:  .■>  letted  and  Jvi  lorn . 

5  But  tnou  art  he  who  form'd  my  flefk, 

By  thine  almighty  word  ; 
And  fince  I  hung  upon  the  breafl, 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

6  Why  -will  my  father  hide  his  face 
When  foes  ftand  threai'ning  round, 

In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  di-treii , 
And  not  an  helper  found  ? 
J*   a   u   s    E. 

7  Beho'd  thy  darling  left  among 

The  cruel  and  '.he  proud, 
By  foes  trcompafs'd  fierce  and  ftrong, 
Ai  lions  roaring  laud. 

8  From  earth  and  hell  my  forrovs  meet, 

To  multiply  the  fmart ; 
'  They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet, 
And  >.ry  to  vex  my  heart. 

9  Yet  if  thy  Lv'reign  hand  let  loofe 

The  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 
Why  will  my  heav'nly  Father  bruife 
The  fon  he  loves  fo  well  ? 
io  My  God,  if  poflible  it  be, 
Withhold  this  bi'ter  cup! 
But  1  refign  my  will  to  tnee, 
And  dunk  the  (orrows  up. 
1 1    My  heart  diffclves  with  pangs  unknown. 
In  groans   I  wane  my  breah; 
Thy  heavy  hand  has  brought  me  down, 
Low  as  the  dull  of  death, 
j 2  Father,  1  give  my  lpirit  up, 
rtin'.  uuif  i'  in   thv  nand  ; 
My  dying  flf  ih  fhall  reft  in  hope 
And  rife  at  thy  commaad. 


PSALM    XXII.  65 

JPSALM«  K.r.2o.ai,27-3'.  «*  *ari    CU' 

Cknps  Sufferings  and  Exaltation. 
,  u   »  I  Q  Wfrom  the  roaring  lion's  rage, 

IN    "  0  Lord,  prottlt  thy  Son, 
•    «  Nor  h.dve  thy  darling  to  engage 
"  The  powers  of  hell  alone-  " 
2  Thus  did  o»r  iun'nng  Saviour  pray 
With  mighty  cries  and  leais, 
God  heard  him  in  the  dreadtui  day, 
And  chas'd  away  his  (ears. 
g  Great  v. as  the  v.dt'ry  of  his  death, 
His  throne exahed  high  ; 
And  all   the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worfhoo-  fhall  die 

4  A  nam'rous  offspring  muft  arife 

From  his  expiring  groans; 
They  fhall  be  tekon'd  Id  ms  eves      ■ 
For  d  auglners  and  ior  fens. 

5  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  fhall  fee 

Histabre  richly   iprtad; 
And  all  that  feek  the  Lord    fhall  be 
With  jays  irhrhorcal  fed- 
6  The  ifles  fhall  know  the  righteoafners 
Of  our  incarnate  God, 
And  nations  yet  unborn  profefs 
Salvation  ia    his  blood. 

PSALM     22.     Long  Metre. 
Cknjl's  Sufferings  and  Exaltation. 
j    «*  -r  O  W  lej  our  mournful  fongs  record 
{N    The  dying  for  rows  of  out    Lord  , 
Wben  he  compiain'd  in  tears  and  blood, 
As  one  forfaken  of  his  God. 
The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 
And  "ftiake  their  heads  and  laugh  in  kom  ; 
"  He  reicu'd  others  from    ths  grave, 
»  Now  let  htm  try  himfelf  to  fave, 
C3 


66  PSALM     XX1TI. 

3  "  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 
"  God  was  his  father  and  his  friend; 
»  IfGodthebkffcd  lov'dhim  To, 

*«  Why  doth  he  fail  to  keep  h'.m  now  ?" 

4  Oh  favage  people  !  cruel  priefts ! 

How  they  ftsod  round  like  raging  beafts  : 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  power. 
if  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  fee'| 

Till  ft  reams  of  blood  each  other  meet ; 

By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 
6  But  God  his  father    heard  his  cry; 

Raii'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high ; 

The  rations  learn  his  righteoufnefs, 

And  humble  finners  tafte  his  grace. 

PSALM     23.     Long  Metre* 
God  our  Shepherd. 
A\  JT  Y  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord; 
^Wl   Now  fhall  my  wants  be  well  fuppiy  d 

His  providence  and  holy  word 

Become  my  fafety  and  my  guide. 

2  In  paflures  where  falvation  grows 

He  makes  me  feed,   he  makes  me  reft, 
There  living  water  gently  flows, 
And  all  the  food  divinely  bleft. 

3  My  wand'ring  feet  his  ways  miftafce; 
But  he  reflores  my  foul  to  peace, 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  the  fair  paths  of  righteoufnefs. 

4  Though  I  walk  through  the  gloomy  vale, 
Where  death   and  ali  its  terrors  are, 
My  heart   and  hope  fhall  never  fail, 
For  God,  my  fhepherd's  with  me  there 

g  Amid  ft  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps 
Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  Hay; 
'Ihy  flafF  fupports  my  feeble  fteps, 
Thy  rod  diretis  my  doubtful  way. 


PSAL  M    XXIIf.  6? 

6  The  fons  of  eaith  and  fons  of  hell 
Gaze  at  thy  goodnef.,  and  repine 
To  fee  mv  table  i'pread  fo  well 
With  living  bread  and  cheerful  wine 

7  [How  I  rejoice  when  on  my  bead 
Thy  fpi-ritcondefcendstoreftl 
»Tis  a  divine  anointing  fhed, 
Like  oil  of  gladnefs  at  a  feait. 

8  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 
Attend  bis  houfhold  all  their  days : 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 
To  feek  his  face,  and  fing  his  praife.  j 

PSALM     23.     Common  Metrt 


'M' 


1 


'Y  Shepherd  will  fupply  my  need, 
TA  JeA^Aishisnarne; 
In  paftuies  frefh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Befide  the  living  ftream. 
2  He  brings  my  wand'ring  fpirit  back 
When  1  for  fake  his  ways, 
And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace, 
o  When  1  walk  through  the- (hades  of  deat% 
Thy  prefence  is  my  ftay  ;  , 

One  word  of  thy  fupporting  breatn 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 
1  Thy  hand  in  fight  of  all  my  foes 
Doth  ft'l'l  my  table  fpread  ; 
My  cup   with  bkflings. overflows, 

Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 
The  fare  provifions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  day  s ; 
O  may  thy  hcufebe  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be  praife  ! 
6  There  would  I  fiad  a  fettled  reft, 
(vVhiic  ethers  go  and  come) 
Jfo  more  a  ff'&«ger  or  a  guelr, 
But  like  a  chit  .  at  home, 
C  4 


63      PSALM     XXIII,  XXIV. 
PSALM     23.     Short  Metie. 

1  *"PHE  Lord  my  fhepherd  is, 

±    I  ihallbe  well  lupply'd; 
Sinee  he  is  mine  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  befide  ? 

%  He  leads  me  to  the  place, 

Where  heav'nly  pailure  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pals. 
And  full  ialvation  flows- 
3  If  e'r  1  go  a  ft  ray, 

He  doth  my  foul  reclaim, 
Aid  guides  mc  in  his  ov.n  right  way, 
For  his  moft  holy  name. 
^  While  he  affords  his  aid, 
I  cannot  yield  (o  fear  ; 
Trio'  I  fhould  walk  thro'  death's  dark  fhadc, 
My  fhepherd's  with  me  there, 

■k  Amid  furrounding  foes 

Thou  doft  my  table  fpread  ; 
My  cii'i  with  bleffings  oves flows, 
And   joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  fol  owing  days  ; 
Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  1  remove, 
Nor  ceafe  to  feek  thy  praife. 

PSALM     3f     Common  Metre. 

DucL'inj  ui'.h  Gcd. 

t   HpHE  esrth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's 
With  /idam's  numerous  iace; 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  flee ds, 
And  built  it  on  the  feas. 

2  Bu^  who  among  the  fons  of  men 

May  vifti  thine  abode  ? 
Ke  that  hath  hands  from  mifchief  clean, 
Whofe  heart  is  right  with  God. 


PSALM    XXIV.  6* 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rife  and  take 

The  bleflings  of  his  grace ; 
This  s  the  lot  of  thofe  chat  fcek 
The  God  of  Jacobs  face. 

4  Now  let  our  foul's  immortal  povr'rs, 

To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 

Lift  up  their  everlafting  doors, 

The  king  of  glory's  near, 

5  The  king  of  ^lary  !  Who  can  tell 

The  wonders  of  h'n  might  ? 
He  rules  the  nations  •,  but  to  dwell 
With  faints  is  his  delight. 

PSALM     24.     Long  Metre, 

Saints  dwelt  in  Heaven;  or,  thrift's  Afcetfen. 

THIS  fpacicus  earth  is  all  the  Lord's-; 
And   men  and  worms,  and  beufts  and  bl 
ye  raU'd  the  building  on  she  leas. 
A»d  gave  it  for  their  dweihng-pUce. 
S  Bu f  here's  a  brighter  world  on  high. 
Thy  palace,' Lord,  above  the  iky; 
Whofhall  afcend  that  bl.efi  abode, 
.And  dwell  fo  nc?r  his  M/iker,  God  ? 

9  He  that  abhors  ar.d  fears  te  fin, 

Whofe  heart  is  pure,  whpfe  hands  ar"  clears., 
Him  (hall  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  btefs, 
And  clothe    his  foul  wiih  rightioafiiefs, 

4  Thefearethc  men,  the  pions  race, 
That  feek  the  God  of  Jaccr.iUic  ; 
Thefefhall  enjoy  the  blHsful  fight 
And  dwell  in  everlafting  light 

Pause. 

£  Rejoic-*,  ye  fhining  world?,  onkhigh, 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  nigh 
Who  cm  this  King  of  glory  bs  ? 
fliemifihty  Lores  the  Savioiw's  he* 
C/i 


. 


PSALM     XXV. 


t  Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  djfplay, 
To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour's  way  ; 
Laden  with  fpoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  Conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 

7  Rais'd  from  the  dead  in  awful  ftate, 
He  opens  heav'ns  eternal  gate, 
To  give  his  faints  a  bleft  abode, 
Neer  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

PSALM  25.     1 — u.     firfl  Part.  S.  M. 
Waking  for  Pardon  and  Dhdiion. 

%  T  LIFT  my  foul  to  God, 
X     My  truft  is  in  his  name; 
Let  not  my  foes  that  feek  my  blood 
Still  triumph  in  my  fhame, 

%  Sin  and  the  pow'rs  of  htll 
Perfuademe  to  defpair; 
Lord,  make  me  know  thy  cov'nant  well, 
That  1  may  'fcape  the  inare. 
o  Prom  beams  of  dawning  light 
Tillev'ning  fhades  arife, 
Jor  thy  falvatioii,  Lord,  I  wait, 
With  ever-longing  eyes. 
A  Remember  all  thy  gi ace, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  truth; 
forgive  the  fins  ot  riper  days. 
And  follies  of  my  youth, 
c  The  lord  is  juft  an*  kind, 

The  meek  fhall  learn  his  ways, 
And  ev'ry  humble  (inner  find 
The  methods  of  his  grace. 
6  For  his  own  goodnefs  fake 

He  fa%es  my  foul  from  ihame  : 
He  pardons (tho*  my  guilt  be  great) 
Tnro'  my  Redeemer's  name, 


P  S  A  L  M     XXV.  ,    71 

PSALM  s«     12,  14.10.  »3-    WP<^ 
Short  Metre.     Divine  InpuElion. 

1  WHERE  fha11  the  ma?  ue  <0^ni' 

W    That  fears  t' offend  his  God, 
That  leves  the  gofpel's  joytal  found, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  r* 

2  The  Lord  fhall  make  him  know 

The  fecrets  of  his  heart, 
The  wonders  of  his  cov'nant  (how, 
And  all  his  love  impart. 
o  The  dealings  of  his  Pow'r 
Are  tiuth  and  mere)  IhU, 
With  fuch  as  keep  his  cov  nant  lure, 
And  love  to  do  his  will, 
4  Their  fouls  fhall  dwell  at  eafe 
Before  their  Makei  s  face, 
Their  feed  fhall  taffe  the  promifes 
In  their  extenfive  grace. 
PSALM  c?5-     1,5-22.    Third  Part.  Short  Metre 
Difiefs  of  Sou!;  or,  EackJUding  av.d  Dtfaiion. 

1  VI IKE  e>'es  an<*  iny  dct^e 

Are  ever  to  the  Lo'd  ; 
I  love  to  plead  bis  promised  ^ate 
And  reft  upon  hi.  word, 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  isul, 

Bring  thy  Salvation  near  ; 
When  will  thy  hand  affift  my  feet 
To  Tcape  the  deadly  fnar*  ? 

3  Whip  &a}i  the  Joy^-fJgP  g5'?cs 

mv  forgiving  God, 
Rciio'e  me  from  th'ofe  dang'rcus  ways 
My  wand 'ring  feet  have  trod  ? 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 

Doth  but  enlarge  my  woe; 
My  fpirit  languifhes,  my  heart 
Is  defolateand  low. 


72  PSALM    XXVI. 

5  With  cv'ry  morning  light 
My  forrow  now  begins  ; 
Look  en  my  anguifh  and  my  pa:n, 
And  pardon  all  my  fins. 

Pause. 

%  Behold  the  ho{U  of  hell, 
Kow  cruel  is  their  hate! 
Againft  my  life  they  rife,  and  joi.i 
Their  fury  with  deceit. 
1  Oh  kzep  my   foul  from  death. 
Nor  put  my  hope  to  fname, 
Tor  1  have  plac'd  my  only  trufl 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 
8  V/ith  humble,  faith  I  wait 
To  fee  thy  face  again; 
Of  JJraH  it  (hall  ne'er  be  faid, 
>ie  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

PS  A  LM  16.     Long  Metre. 
Self- examination ;  or,  Evidences  of  grace. 
t    TUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways, 
1    And  try  my  reigns,  and  try  my  hcait: 
My  faith  upon  thy  promife  ftays, 
Nor  fremthy  law  my  ieet  depart. 

2  I  hate  to  walk,  1  hate  to  fit 
With  men  of  vanity  and  lies  : 
The  fcoffer  and  the  hypocrite 
Are  the  abhorence  of  mine  eyts. 

3  A  rnongft  thy  faints  will  1  appear 
Array'd  in  robes  of  innocence; 
But  when  1  ftand  before  thy  bar, 
The  blood  oUhriJ  is  my  defence. 

4   1  love  thy  habitation  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honours,  dwcil; 
1  here  fliall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonders  te!U 


p  sALM    XXVII.  73 

e  LetnotmyfouljDejoia'datlaft 
5  With  men  of  ticachery  and  blood. 

Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  paft 

Among  th.  faints  and  near  my  God 

PSALM     IV     I-6'    Fir-fl  Part' 
The  Church  is  our  Delight  and  Safety, 
i    rpHE  Lord  of  glory  b  my  light, 
I     And  my  falvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  ftrcngth  ;  nor  will  1  lear 
What  all  my  fo«s  can  do. 
2  One  privilege  my  heart  defires  ; 
Oh  grant  me  mine  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  faints 
The  temples  of  my  God. 
q  There  mall  1  offetjny  requefts 
And  fee  thy  besuty  Kill: 
Shall  hear  thy  meffages  of  love, 
And  there  enquire  thy  will. 
A  When  troubles  rife,  and  ftorms  appear, 
There  may  his  children  hide ; 
God  has  a  ftrong  pavillion,  where 
He  makes  my  foul  abide, 
-  Now  (hall  my  head  be  itfeed  high 
°        Above  my  foes  around, 
Andfongsofjoyandviaory 
Within  thy  temple  found. 
PSALM  a?.  r«-.8>9,i3»«4-   Second ParU  CM. 
Prayer  and  Hope. 

SOON  as  1  heard  my  father  fay, 
«  Ye  children,  Jcek  my  grace," 
My  heart  reply'd  without  delay, 
««  VU  Jul  my  fathers  face. 
a  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 
Nor  frown  my  foul  away ; 
GodofmyU^lHytotothts 

In  a  diRr effing  day, 


74  P  S  A  L  M     XXVIII. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 

Leave  mt  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  will  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  iupply. 

4  My  fainting  flefh  had  dy'd  with  grief, 
Had  not  my  foul  believ'd, 

To  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief, 
ior  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

'air  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  faints, 
And   keep  your  courage  up  •, 
^fcHe'H  raife  your  ipirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

PSALM     28.     Long  Metre, 
God  the  Refuge  of  the  Affluled. 

1  rpo  thee,  O  Lord,  I  raife  my  cri"«; 

My  fervent  prayer  in  mercy  hear  ; 
For  ruin  waits  my  trembling  foul, 
If  thou  refufe  a  gracious  ear. 

2  When  fuop'iant  tow'rd  thy  holy  hill, 
I   lift  my  mournful  hands  t©  pray. 
Afford  thy  graee,  nor  drive  me  ftill, 
With  impious  hypocrites  away. 

.3  To  fons  <  f  faifehoid,  that  dcfpife 
The  works   and  wonders  of  thy  reign, 
Thv  vefcgeanse  sr>vcs  the  due*  reward, 
And  links  their  fouls  to  erwilefs  pain. 

4  But,  ever  bleiTed  be  the  Lord, 
Whorc  mercy  hea's  mv  mournful  voice, 
My  heart,  that  trailed  in  hii  word. 

Jo  his  falvacion  ll  all  rejoice. 

5  Let  CV'ry  faint,  in  fore  diiirefs, 

By  faith  approach  his  Saviour,  God ; 
Then  grant,'  O  Lord,  thy  pard'ning  grace, 
And  f'etd  thy  church  with  heav'oly  food. 


pSAL  M  XXIX,  XXX,  75 

PSALM     **     Long  Metre, 
Sturm  and  Thunder. 

GTVF  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame, 
^ivetotbe  Lord  renown  and  powr, 

Afcribc  due  honours  to  his -me, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore.^ 
a  The  Lord  proclaims  his  powralo.d 

*   1I|C         ,    r  „,,_.,.,    Pv'rv  lano » 
Thr&'  ev'ry  ocean   ev  ry 

His  von*  divide  >  th.  v»       y  d< 

And  light'nings  blaze  ai  m 
0Se Lks,  and  tempeft,  hail  and  wind, 

3  rrJtbexvideforeft  bare  around; 
T^fcar^att^nd'lr^tedhind, 

Lap  at  the  terror  of  the  iound. 
Tn  r,Wow  he  turns  his  voice, 

4    a    f  i i    X  ftately  cedars  break  ; 
And  lo,trte  vtaieiy  noife, 

rTbe  Lord  fits  fov'reign  on  the  flood, 

Where  we  his  awful  glories  fing. 

6  In  gentler  language,  there  the  Lord 

Tbfcounfel  of  his  grace  imparts 

a     •  jft"  V,p  rasing  ftorrn.  his  word 

PSALM  3o.     A'tf  **     Long  Mew. 
Skk*f>  healed,  and  Smew  rawed 

,    T  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high, 
1  I   thy  command  difeafes  fly: 

^hobutlGodcanfpeak  and  lave 
ptom  the  dark  borders  of  the  g.ave. 

a  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  faints    and  prove 
How  large  his  grace,  how  kmd  his  lo.C, 
rdallyourpow-rs  rejoice    and  trace 

The   vond'rous  record*  of  bus  grace. 


75        P  S  A  L  M  XXX,  XXXI, 

3  His  anger  but  z  moment  (lays; 

His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  : 

ri  ho'  grief  and  teais  tne  night  employ, 

The  morning  liar  reftores  the  joy  . 

P  S  A  L  M  30.  Ver.  6.  Second  Pan.  Long  Metre. 
Health,  Sicknefs,  and  Recovery. 
i   TTjMfcM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright 

_JL    And  I  prefum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  night ; 

Fondly  I  faid  within  my  heart. 

"  Pteajure  and  peace,  Jhail  ne'er  depart." 
8  But  I  io.got  thine  aim  was  ftrong, 

Which  made  my  mountain  (land  fo  long; 

Scon   as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died., 

3  I  cried  aloud  to  thee  my  God, 

"  What  canft  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 

'*  Deep  in  the  duff,  can  I  Declare 

4i  Thy  truth,  or  fing  thy  goodnefs  there? 

4  "  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace,  1  faid, 

*■  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead  { 
Thy  word  rcbuk'd  the  pains  I  felt. 
Thy  pard'ning  love  remo'vd  my  gui:t. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe, 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifes  now  ; 

I  throw  myfaikcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  eaft.  and  gladnefsgiid  me  round. 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 
Shall  nt'tr  be  filent  of  thy  name  ; 

Thy  praife  fhall  found  thro'  earth  and  hcav'n, 
For  ficknef;  heal'd  and  fins  forgiv'n. 

PSALM  31.  Ver.  5.  13—19,  22,  -3.  F>jl  Part.  C  P  \, 

JDe'iverancefrom  Death. 
a  TTO  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and  love, 
-*■     My  fpirit  I  commit; 
1  hou  haft  redeemed  my  foul  from  death, 
And  fav!d  me  from  the  pit. 


PSAL  M    XXXI.  77 

e  Defcair  and  comfort,  hope  and  fear 
Maintain'd  a  doubtful  ftnie; 
While  foirow,  pain,  and  fin  confpir  d 
To  takeaway  my  life, 
r,    «  My  time  is  in  thy  hand,  I  cry'd, 
°       «  Though  I  draw  near  the  duji ." 
Thou  art  the  refuge  where  1  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  I  truft. 
4  O  make  thy  reconciled  face 
Upon  thy  fervant  (Vine, 
And  U    •  ire  for  thy  mercy's  fake, 
For  +?m  entirely  thine. 

Pause. 

m  »Twas  in  mv  hafle,  mv  fpiric  fold, 
"  1  im(l   efpair  and  die. 
««  /  am  cut  off  before  thine  eyes ;" 
But  thou  haft  hea!-d  my  cry. 

6  Thy  goodnefs  how  divinely  free  ! 

How  fweetthy  fmiling  face, 
To  thofe  that  fear  thy  ma  jetty, 
And  truft  thy  promis'd  grace. 

7  Oh  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  faints, 

Andfing  his  prai  es  Loud, 
He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 
And  recompence  the  proud. 

PSALM  31.  Ver.  7 — 33  M — 2,i*  ^econd  ^wr.C.M. 

Deliverance  from  Slander  and  Reproach. 
,    %   IT  Y  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
IVI    My  God;  my  heav'nly  truft; 
Thou  haft  preferv'd  me  free  from  fhame, 
Mine  honor  from  the  duft. 
3  «  My  life  isfpent  with  grief,  I  cry'd, 


«•  My  years  confum'd  in  groans, 
««  My  ftiength  decays,  mine  eyes  are^ry 
m  And  forrow  waftes  my  bones." 


'd, 


73  PSALM     XXXII. 

3  Among  mine  enemies  my  name 

A  proverb  vile  was  grown, 
While  to  my  neighbours  I  become 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  fide, 

Seiz'd  and  befet  me  round, 
I  to  thy  throne  of  grace  ay  ply'd, 
And  fpeedy  refcue  found. 

P    A    U     S    E. 

5  How  great  deliv'iance  thou  haft  wrought 

Before  the  fons  of  men  ! 
The  lying  lips  to  filence  brought, 
And  made  their  boafting  vain  J 

6  Thy  children  from  the  ftrife  of  tongues 

Shall  thy  pavilion  hide, 
Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 
And  crulh  the  Ions  of  pride, 
y   Within  thy  fecret  prefencc,  Lord, 
Let  me  for  ever  dwell ; 
No  fenced  city  wall'd  and  barr*d 
Secures  a  faint  lb  well. 

PSALM     32.     Short  Metre. 
Forgivenefs  of  Sins  upon  Ccrfefwn. 

1  Oh  b     d  fOLiIs  arc  thc>'» 

V>/  Whole  ftns  are  cover'd  o'er; 
Divinely  blcft,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 
3  They  mourn  their  follies  part, 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care; 
Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceic 
Shall  prove  their  fai;h  fincere. 
3  While  I  cenceal'd  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  feft'ring  wound, 
Till   I  confefs'd  my  fins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 


PSALM    XXXII.  79 

4  Le-  fmners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne  s 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  diftreis, 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

PSALM     32.     Common  Metre. 
Free  Pardon  and  [metre  Obedience; -or,  Confejion  and 

Forgivenefs. 
,    yj  OW  bleft  the  man  to  whom  his  God 
]TX    No  more  imputes  his  fin, 
But  walh'd  in  the  Redeemer  s  blood 
Hath  made  his  garments  c.ean. 
2  And  bleft  beyond  expreflion  he, 

Whore  debts  are  thus  difcharg'd  ; 
While  from  the  guilty  bondage  tree 
He  feels  his  foulenlarg'd. 
o  His  fpint  hates  deceit  and  lies, 
His  words  are  all  fincere:         m 
He  guards  his  heart,  he  guaraslus  eyes, 
To  keep  his  confeience  clear. 

4  While  I  my  inward  guilt  fuppreft, 

No  quiet  could  1  find ; 
Thy  wrath  lay  burning  m  my  breait, 
And  rack'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

5  Then  I  confefs'd  my  troubled  thoughts, 

My  fecret  fins  reveal'd, 
Thy  pardVing  grace  forgave  my.  faults, 
Thy  grace  my  pardon  feal  d. 

6  This  (ball  invite  thy  faints  to  pray  ; 

When  like  a  raging  flood 
Temptations  rife,  cur  ftrength  and  flay 
Is  a  forgiving  God. 
PSALM      32.     *w#  Part-     LonS  Metre-      , 
Repentance    and  free   Pardon;    or,    Jufif cation  «K> 

Sanclification. 
I    TJ  LEST  is  the  man,  for  ever  bleft, 
IJ  Whofe  guilt  is  pardon' d  bv  bis  God, 
Whofe  fins  with  forrow  are  confefs'd 
And  cover'd  with  his  Saviour's  blooC. 


Po     PSALM     XXXII,  XXXIII. 

2  Before  his  judgment  feat  the  Lord 

No  more  permits  his  crimes  to  rife  ; 
He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 

And  not  on  works  but  grace  relies, 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free, 

His  humble  joy,  his  hols  fear, 
With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join' to  prove  his  faith  firicere. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  righteoufnefs 

1  hat  hides  and  cancels  ail  his  (ins ! 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 

Through  all  his  hie  appears  and  mines, 

PSALM     32.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 

J  gutty  Conjcitnce  eafed  by  Confeffion  and  Pardon. 
*    \^/HlLE   I  keep  hlence  a»d  conceal 
V  ^      My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 

What  torments  doth  my  confcience  feel  J 

What  agonies  of  inward  (mart! 
2   I  fpiead  my  fins  before  the  Loid, 

And  all  my  fecret  f'auls  confefs  ; 

Thy  gofpel  (peaks  a  pard'nin,/  word, 

Thine  holy  fpirit  fealsthe  grace. 

3  For  this'fhall  ev'rv  humble  foul 
Make  fwift  addreffes  to  tny  (eat: 
When  floods  of  huge  temptations  ro'l, 
There  fhall  they  find  a  bleft  retreat. 

4  How  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  1  lie, 

When  da\  s  grow  dark,  and  florms  appear  ? 
And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me  fafe  from  ev'ry  mare. 
PSALM     33.    Firft  Part.    Common  Metre. 
Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 
EJOICE,  ye  righteous  in  the  Lord, 
This  wok  belongs  to  you: 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 
How  boly,  juftand  truei 


R 


PSALM     XXXIil. 

2  His  mercy  and  his  righteoufsnefs 
Let  heav'nand  earth  proclaim  : 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wond'rous  name. 

3  His  word  with  energy  divine, 

Thofe  heav'nly  aicbes  fprcad. 
Bade  Harry  hofts  around  them  mine, 
And  light  ihe  hcav'ns  pervade.     . 

4  He  taught  the  fwelling  waves  to  flow 

To  their  appointed  deep; 
Bade  raging  feas  their  limits  know, 
And  {fill  their  Ration  keep, 
t  Ye  tenams  of  the  ipacious  earth, 
With  fear  before  him  ftand  ; 
He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  bvrth, 
And  reds  on  his  command. 
6  He  fcorns  the  angry  nation's  rage, 
And  breaks  their  vain  defigns  ; 
His  counfel  ftands  thro'  ev'ry  age, 
And  in  fall  glory  fhines. 
PSALM  33.  Second  Fait.  Common  Metre. 
Creatures  vain  ;  and  God  M-jvjfichvU 
t    T>LkST  isthenaiion,   where  the  Lord 
13    Hath  fixed  his^ gracious  throne  ; 
Where  he  reveals  his-  heav'nly  word, 
And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 

2  His  eye,  with  infiai  e  iurvey, 

Does  the  whole  world  behold; 
He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

3  Kings  are  not  tefcu'd  by  the  force 

Of  armies  from  the  grave ; 
Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 
Can  his  bold  rider  fave. 

4  Vain  is  theltrength  of  beads  or  men, 

Nor  fprings.uur  lafety  thence;. 
But  holy  louis  from  God  obtain 
Aftrong  and  fure  defence. 


82  PSALM     XXXIII. 

5  God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  truft  ; 

When  plagues  or  famine  fpread, 
Kis  watchful  eye  fecures  thejuit, 
Among  t.  n  thoufand  dead. 

6  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 

And  blefs  us  from  thy  throne  ; 
For  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choice, 
And  trufl  thygrace.alone. 

PSALM  33.  As  the  113th  Pfalm.     Firfi  Part* 
Works  of  Creation  and  Trovidence. 
1    \7'E  holy  fouls  in  God  rejoice, 

X     Your  Maker's  praife  becomes  your  voice. 
Great  is  your  theme,  your  fongs  be  new  ; 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  word  his  ways. 
His  works  of  nature  and  ofcgrace, 
Ho^  wile  and  holy  jufl  and  true  « 
?••  Behold,  to  earth's  remoteft  ends, 
His  goodnefs  flows,  his  truih  extends  ; 

His  pow'r  the  heav*n!\  arches  fpread  : 
His  wdrd  with  energy  divine, 
Bade  ftarry  hofts  around  them  fhine, 
^r.d  light  the  circling  heav'ns  pervade. 
3  Hi    hand  colza's  the  flowing  feas  ; 

Thofe  wat'ry  ueafures  know  their  place, 

And  fill  the  ftore-houfe  of  the  deep  ; 
He  fpake,  and  gave  all  nature  birth  ; 
And  fires  and  feas,  and  heav'n  and  e'anh 
•   His  everlafting  orders  keep. 
$  Let  mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  refiltlefs  pow'r, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage: 
Vain  are  your  thoughts,  and  weakVour  ha  ids 
tut  his  eternal  counkl  ftands,  » 

And  mles  the  woild  from  age  to  age. 


PSALM     XXXIII,  XXXIV.    83 

P  S  A  L  M  33-     As  the  1.3th  Pfalm.  Second  Part. 

Creatures  vain,  and  God  Ail-fitfcient. 
T    ir>  H  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 

Hi,  eve  the  heathen  work!  lurveys, 
He  &d  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways, 
But  God  their  Maker  is  unknown* 

«,   I  et  kings  rely  upon  their  hoft, 

2   And  o"  his  Rrength  the  champion  boaft, 

In  vain  they  boaft,  m  vain  rely; 
I„  vain  we  truft  the  brutal  force, 
Orfpeedorcourageofanhorle, 

To  guard  his  rider  or  to  hy. 
.The  arm  of  our  Almighty  Lord 

When  wars  or  famine  waUe  the  land. 
a  In  ficknefs  or  the  bloody  field. 
Our  great  phyfician  and  our  Ihield, 

Shfll  fend  falvaiionfrom  his  throne; 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  mine; 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 
'    For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone, 

PSALM     34-     Ivf?a,t.     Long  Metre, 
Gcd's  Care  of  his  Saints;  or,  Deliverance  iy  Prayer, 
i    T    ORD,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days, 
L  Thy  praife  (hall  dwell  upon  my  tongue. 
My  foul  mall  glory  in  thy  grace, 
While  faints  rejoice  to  hear  the  long. 
e  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
Let  ev'ry  heart  exalt  his  name  ; 
X  fought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  expos'd  my  hope  to  ihame, 


§4  PSALM     XXXIV. 

3  I  told  him  all  my  fecret  grief, 

My  fecret  groanings  reach 'd  his  ears: 
We  gave  my  inwa-d  pains  relief 
And  calm'd  die  tumult  of  my  fears 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes   * 

VvunhtaVnlyjoy  their  faces  fhme, 
a  beam  of  mercies  horn  the  fkies 
Fills  them  with  light  and  love  divine. 

5  Kis  holy  aagels  pitch  their  te.,ts 
Around  the  men  that  fervc  the  Lord  • 
O  fear  and  Jove  him.  ail  his  faints      ' 
Tafte  of  his  grace,  and;:ud  his  word. 

6  !heiT,ld  y°Ung  ,ions'  Pinch'd  with  Pain 
And  hungrr,  roar  through  all  the  wood  : 

Butno.elhallfeektheLordinvain, 
I\or  want  Supplies  of  real  good. 

?3tI;M34'J,~12     SecctidP^-    long  Metre 
Rcbgums  Education;  or,  lnjlrudnom  of  Pieh 

x   /CHILDREN,  >n  years  or  knowledge  youV 
Vy   \our  patents' hope,  your  parem,"  joy 
Attend  tt»e  counltJs  of  my  tongue,  '  ' 

Let  puus  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 
2  If  you  defire  length  of  days. 

And  peace  '.o  crovn  your  mortal  flatc, 
Reftrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways, 
Your  lips  horn  (lander  and  deceit. 

3  The  eytsof  God  regard  his  faints', 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries* 
He  fets  his  frowning  face  agsinft 
The  fons  of  violence  and  lies. 

4  To  humble  iotiis  and  broken  hearts 
God  with  his  giace  is  ever  nigh  ; 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  impart* 
When  men  in  deep  con.ruioii  lie. 

$  He  tells  their  tears,   he  counts  their  CToar, 
His  .Son  redeems  their  f,,uls  from  d&hl  *" 
His  (pint  heals  thetr  broken  booea, 
His  praiie  employs  their  tuneful  breath 


1>  S  A  L  M   xxxiv.  a* 

PS  ALM  34  i— 10.     Firjl  Part.  Com.  Metre, 
Frd\er  and  Praifefor  eminent  Deliverance. 

1  f  'Ll/blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  \ 
1   How  good  are  all  his  ways! 

Ye  humble  fouls  thatufe  to  pray, 
Come  help  my  lips  to  praife. 

2  Sing  to  the  honours  of  his  name, 

How  a  poor  fuff'rer  cry'd. 
Nor  was  his  hope  expos*  d  to  fharue, 
Nor  was  his  fuit  deny'd. 

3  When  threading  forrows  round  me. flood 

And  endlefs  tears  arofe, 
Like  the  load  billows  of  a  flood, 
Redoubling  all  my  woes. 

4  1  told  the  Lord  my  fore  diftrefs, 

With  heavy  groans  and  tears  ; 
He  gave  my  fharpeft  torments  safe 
And  filenc'd  all  my  fears. 

P  A  U.S  £. 

k  [O  finners,  ceme  and  tafle  his  love, 
Come,  learn  his  pleafant  ways, 
And  let  your  own  experience  prov^ 
The  fweetnefsof  his  grace. 

6  He  bids  the  angels  pitch  their  tents, 

Round  where  his  children  dwell ; 
What  ills  their  htav'niy  caie  prevents, 
No  earthly  tongue  can  tell.] 

7  Oh  love  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his; 

His  eye  regards  the  juft, 
How  richly  bleft.  their  portion  is, 
Who  make  the  Lord  their  trtift? 

8  Young  lions  pinch'd  with  hunger  HWr^ 

And  famifb  in  the  wood  : 
But  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor 
Wi'-b  ev'ry  ft^ediu)  good  ~j 
D 


$6    PSALM    XXXIV,  XXXV. 
P  S  A  L  M  34.     » 1—28.  'Second  Pari.    C,  VI. 
Exhortation  to  Peace  and  Holinejs, 
I    /^»OME,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lords 
V^>   And  that  your  days  be  long, 
Let  not  a  falfe  or  fpiteful  word 
Re  found  upon  your  tongue. 
&  Depart  from  miehief,  prattife  love, 
Purfue  the  works  of  peace; 
So  fhall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve* 
And  let  your  fouls  at  r*fe. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  juft, 

His  ears  attend  their  cry  ; 
When  broken  fpirits  dwell  in  duft, 
The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  What  tho'  the  forrows  here  they  tafie 

Are  fharp  and  tedious  too, 
The  Lord  who  faves  them  all  at  la  ft, 
Is  their  fupporter  now. 
.5  Evil  fhall  fmite  the  wicked  dead;. 
But  God  fecures  his  own, 
Prevents  the  mifchief  when  they  Aide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone, 
S  When  defolation  like  a  flood 
O'er  the  proud  finner  roKs, 
Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 
For  he  redeem'd  their  fouls. 

PSALM  35,    Ver.    12,  13,  14,  C.  !Vf, 
Lcvc  t»  Enemiet ;  or,  the  Love  of  Ckiijl  to  finner 5 * 
t\pijtedin  David. 
A  T>  EHOLD  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love, 
J3  That  holy  David  {hn*. s ; 
Behold  his  kind  compafFion  move 
For  his  afflicled  foes* 
a  When  they  are  fick,  his  foul  complain^ 
And  fetms  to  feel  the  fmart 
The  fpirit  of  the  gofptl  reigns,. 
And  melts  his  pious  heart* 


PSALM     XXXVI.  $7 

m  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condote 
As  for  a  brother  dead  I 
And  faain-  movtify'd  his  foul. 
While  for  their  life  he  pray  d. 
4  They  groan'd  and  curft  'mm  on  their  beas 
Yet  ftill  he  pleads  and  mourns; 
And  double  bkffings  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 
e  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  giace! 
Thus  Chrifi  the  Lord  appears  : 
While  finners  cur'e,  the  Saviour  pi  ay*, 
And  pities  them  with  tears. 
6  He,  the  true  havid,  Jfral'sWwg, 
Blefl  and  belov'd  of  God, 
To  fave  us  rebels  dead  in  fin 
Paid  his  own  df.areil  blood. 

PSALM     36..    5—9-     Lcn& MetrCi 
•  j^  Perfections  <*n<l  Providence  of  God;  or,  General 
Providence  and  Special  Grace. 
T  IGrI  in  the  heav'ns  eternal  God, 
j.  \  Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  fhines  ; 
Thy  truth  fhall  break  through  ev'ry  clowd 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  dehgns. 


m 


S  For  ever  firm  thy  juftice  ftands, 

As  mountains  their  foudations  keep;. 
Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  maa  and  beaftthy  bounty  ftiarej 
The  whole  creation  13  thy  charge, 
But  faints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God,  how  excellent  thy  grace ! 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  fpnng«? 
The  fon*  of  Adam  in  diftrefs, 

Jly  to  ike  fhadow  of  thy  wings, 


83  PSALM     XXXVL 

5  From  the  piovifiens  of  thy  houfe 
Wc  fhall  be  fed  with  fweet  repaftj 
There  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  falvation  to  our  taiie. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  prefence  o{  my  Lord; 
And  in  thy  light  our  fouls  fhall  fee 
The  glories  proinis'd  in  thy  word. 

P  S  A  L  M  36.     Vtr.  ,,  2,  5,  6,  7,  9.   C.  M. 

Practical  Athvfm  expofed;  or,  the  Being  and  Attributes 
oj  God  averted. 

1  \\  7HILE  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways, 

VV     And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
My  heart  within  me  often  fays, 

"  Their  thoughts  believe  there's  none." 

2  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare 

(Whate'er  their  lips  profefs) 
God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 
Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace. 

3  What  ftrange  felf-flatt'ry  blinds  their  eye*! 

But  there's  a  haft'ning  hour, 
When  they  fhall  fee  with  fore  furprifc 
The  terrors  of  thy  pow'r, 

4  Thy  juftice  fhall  maintain  its  throra^ 

Though  mountains  melt  away  ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep  unfathom'd  fea. 

5  Above  thefe  heav'ns  created  rounds, 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend  ; 
Thy  tiuth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds, 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

6  Safety  to  man  thy  goodnefs  brings, 

Nor  overlooks  the  beaft  ; 
Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wing* 
Thy  children  chufe  to  reft» 


PSALM    XXXVI.  89 

,  TFrcm  thee,  when  crc„ure-areaa,Sru0  low, 

And  mortal  contorts  die,         - 
Pcr^fprings  of  life  IKall  flow, 

And  raife  onr  pleafures  high. 

8  Though  all  created  light  decay, 

And  death  clofe  up  our  eyes, 

Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day 

Where  clouds  can  never  life. J 

PSALM     36.     -7.     Short  Mctiw 

TheWkkcdnefsofMan,  andtheMajfoj  God;  or? 
JPratiicd  Athtifm  txpoftd. 
XT  T  H  E  N  man  grows  bold  in  fin, 
\A/       Mv  heart  within  me  cries, 
m  He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within, 
«  Nor  fear  before  his  eyes. 
a  fHe  walks    a  while  conceal*  d 
L     inafelf-flatteringdream,         ^ 
Till  his  dark  crimes  at  once  reveaxd, 

Expofe  his  hateful  name.  J 
q  His  heart  is  falfe  and  foul, 
d       His  words  are  fmooth  and  Fair , 
Wifdom  is  banifh'd  from  h,s  foul, 

And  leaves  no  goodnels  taere. 
4  He  plots  upon  his  bed, 
New  mischiefs  to  fu'hl; 
He  fets  his  heart,  and  hand,  and  head 
To  pra&ife  all  that's  ill. 
c  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 
•  Tho'  men  renounce  his  fear  : 

His  juftice,  hid  behind  the  cloud, 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 
6  His  truth  tranfeends  the  fky,     - 
In  heav'h  his  mercies  dwell? 
DeepasthefearasjadrmtnUllC, 
His  anaer  burns  to  nell. 
D  3 


go  PSALM    XXXVII. 

7  H«w  excellent  his  love, 

Whence  all  oar  fafety  fprings  J 
Oh  never  let  my  foul  remove 
From  underneath  his  wings. 
PSALM     37.     ,— 15.    FirftPart.    C.  M. 
The  Cure  «f  Envy,  Fretfulnefs  and  Unbelief;  or,  the 
Rewards  of  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicfcd. 

1  WHY  tootrtd  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret 
To  fee  the  wicked  rife  ? 
Or  envy  finncrs  waxing  great, 
By  violence  and  lies? 
*  As  ftaw'ry  grafs  cut  down  at  noon, 
Before  the  ev'ning  fades, 
So  fhali  their  glories  vanifh  foon, 
in  cverlafting  fhades. 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  truft, 

And  pradife  all  that's  good  ; 
So  fhall  I  dwe.'l  among  the  juft, 
And  he'll  provide  me  food. 

4  I  to  my  God  my  .ways  commit, 

And  cheerful  wait  his  will ; 
Thy  hand  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet, 
aha  1 1  my  defires  fulfil. 

5  Mine  innocence  (halt  thou  difplay, 

And  make  thy  judgments  known, 
Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 

And  glorious  as  the  noon.  J 

6  The  meek  at  laft  the  earth  poflefs. 

And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ; 
True  riches,  with  abundant  pea'ce, 
To  humble  louls  are  giv'n. 

Pause. 

7  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way, 

Nor  let  your  anger  rife, 
Though  Providence  fhould  long  deJav 
Jo  pumlh  haughty  vice. 


PSALM    XXXVII.        tf 

Their  perfect jW&'S.MJ  then, turn, 

•r      .«  «<    26  —  qi.  Second  PaTi:-C9a«. 

Charity  to  the  Poor;  or,  Uclig.w  "» 
tUTHY  doth  the  Wdljy  -jck.d  boa*. 

W     And  grow  profanely  bold? 

The  meaneft  portion  of  the  jult, 
Excels  the  tinner's  go.o. 
s  The  wtcked  borrows  othlS  friends 

But  ne'er  defigns to  pay  :   , 
The  faint  i*  merciful  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 
q  His  alms  with  lib'ral  heart  he  gf-r- 
Amon^ft.  the  fons  of  need  ; 
His  meraVy  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  bleficd  is  his  ieed. 
4  Hi?  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane, 
To  flander  or  defraud; 
His  ready  tongue  declares  to  mes 
What  he  has  !eainM  ol  trod. 
.  s  The  law  and  gsfpel  cf  the  Lord 
•  Deep  ie.  his  heart  aouie  ; 
Led  by  the  fpirit  and  the  word 
His  teet  mall  never  f&de, 
6  When  turners  fall,  the  rjghtecjas  ftu* 
Picfeiv'd  from  ev'ry  mare; 
*         They  mail  poffefs  the  promis'd  tomb 
Avd  dwell  for  ever  there. 


$2    PSALM    XXXVII,  XXXvJ 

r/Pfr:',LM ?l  Ver-  23~37.  Thud  Part.  C:  M. 
IhlUy  and  End  of  the  Righteous  and  the  Wick*. 
JVl    a  God\the  flcj-s  of  pious  men 
Tk       ,Arf  ordcr'd  by  thy  will; 

Th?  h  th7r'!' 'ouW  WU  they  nfe  again, 
.        '  7  ha,nd  fi'PPorfs  them  ftilj.       5 
a  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways, 

The»r  vntucs  he  approves; 

Vr  "V  dcPrive  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 
5  The  Jeav\dy  heritage  isthci.s, 
ihcit  portion  and  their  home; 

Of  i bI^,iern,n°W'  and  mak«^em  heirs 
t;r  bkfhrprs  long  tn  come. 

4     VVait  OH  the  1  nrrJ     ,,«./•  f 

Nor    ear  when  tyrants  frown  , • 

Yc^allconfcfs  their  pride  was  vain, 

Whenjufl.ce  cads  them  down. 

Pause, 

5  The  haughty  finncr  have  I  feen, 

Not  fearing  men  nor  God 

L.kea  tnllbav-t.ee  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  arms  abro?d. 

6  And  lo,  hevanifh-d  fr  ,n  the  ground, 

"DeHroyM  by  hands  ftnfeen;  * 

»oj  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found 

Where  all  .hat  pride  had  been  1 

7  B^jriarkthemanofriBhteoufnef*, 

His  lev'ral  fteps  rttend  ; 

Truepleafure  runs  thro' all  his  wars 
And  peacefnlis  his  end.  ' 

r   ,t   r/fS?,LM«a     Common  Metre; 
GutltofConfamc  and Mcf ;   or,  Repentance  m* 

A  ^    l         ?  rhy  Wrath  "™«bir  love, 
X  JL  Reilorc  thy  'crvant,  Lord 

Nor  let  a  Father's  chaft'iung  pi0\e 

like  an  aveng«*»  fword. 

I 


P  S  A  L  M     X  XXVIII.  93 

2Tmne?rrowSftickwu[unmyhcarr} 

My  fli-ih  is  for  el y  pre  t ; 
Between  the  furrow  and  the  frnait 
My  rpirit  finds  no  reft. 
«  My  fini  a  heavy  load  appear, 
And  o'er  iwy  head  are  gone; 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  atone. 
a  My  Noughts  are  like  a  troubled  fea 
That  fmks  my  comforts  do-vn  ; 
And  1  go  mourning  all  the  day 
Beiuatn  my  Father's  frown. 
r  Lo.d     L  am  weakened  and  dilmay'd, 

5  None  ot   my  pov',s  are  whole; 

My  wounds  with  pieieing  anguiih  bleed, 
The  anguiih  of  ray  loal. 

6  All  my  delnes  to  thee  are  knov/n, 

'1  bine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear, 
And  ev'ry  figh  and  ev'ry  groan 
Is  nonc'd  by  thine  ear. 
7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope; 
My  God' will  hear  rnry  cry, 
My  God  will  bear  my  ipuu  up 
When  Satao  bids*  me  die. 
[8  My  foes  rejoice  wnene'er  I  Aide, 
fo  iec  my  virtue  fail; 
They  raifc  their  pleasures  ami  their  pride, 
Wbene'ei  their  ..  nes  prevail. 
a  But  1*11  confcTs  my  guilty  ways^ 
And  grieve  lor  a.l  my  fin  ; 
1M  mourn  how  weak  the  feeds  of  grace, 
Ana  beg  luppor.  divine. 
Xo  My  Go.,  forgive  my  follies  paft, 
nd  be  for  ever  nigh  ; 
O  Lo;d  of  m,  (divatuui  haite, 
Before  thy  fervantdie.] 
*>5. 


-}4  PSALM     XXXIX. 

PSALM  39.    Vet.  1,4,  3.   Firji  Patt.  Com.  Metre. 
Wahhfulttcfs  ever  the  Tongue,'  or,  Prudence  and  Zeaf. 
I   *TpHUS  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord, 
**  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
*4  Left  1  let  flip  one  fmful  word, 
"  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong  " 
*  Whene'er  eonftrain'd  a  while  to  flay 
With  men  of  lives  profane, 
I'll  fet  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  lee  my  talk  be  vain. 
•J  1*11  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 
The  pious  thoughts   I  feel, 
Left  feoflen  mould  th'  occafion  take 
'1  o  mock  my  holy  teal. 
4  Yet  if  rome  proper  hour  appear, 
I'll  not  be  over-awed, 
But  let  the  (cofnVig  finners  hear 
That  we  can  fpeak  for  God. 

PSALM  39.    4,  5,  6,  7.  Sec  Part.  Com*  Metre. 
The  Vanity  of  Man  as  Mortal. 
t   *TpE  ACH  me  the  mcufure  of  my  days, 
Thou  maker  of  my  frame; 
I  would  furvty  life  s  narrow  fpace, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 
*  A  fpan  is  all  that  we  can  boalt, 
An  inch  or  two  of  time  ; 
^ian  is  but  vanity  and  duft 
In  all  hisflow'r  and  prime, 
g  Se:.  the  vain  race  of  tnort3's  move 
Like  fhadows  o'er  the  plain  i 
They  ra£e  and  ftrive,  defire  and  love, 
But  all  1  he  noi;e  is  vain. 
I  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  fhow, 
Some  dig  for  golden  ore, 
fhey  toii  for  heirs,  they  know  not  w/io, 
And  (trait  are  feen  no  more. 


PSALM    XXXIX.  95 

They  make  our  expcaauonsva.n, 
And  difappomt  our  truit. 
6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 
My  fo»d  defres  rccai: 
I  cive  my  mortal  mtereft  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

PSALM  39-    *****    «***    ** 

ifc*-^  *«**■  *  or  fkading  ***  "*** 
,  ^OD  of  my  hfe,  look  gently  down, 

It   Behold  the  pains  I teel .; 
j^T  I  am  dumb  before  thv  throne, 

NordarediiputethywUl. 

.  Difeafes  are  thy  fervants,  Lord, 
They  come  at  thv  command  \ 
I'll  not  attempt  a  murm-ringwoTd, 
Againa  thy  ehaft'mng  hand. 
a  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cues, 
1       Remove  thy  marp  rebukes  : 

My  ftrcngth  confumes,  my  fp^  d.en 
Throu|h  thy  repeated  itrokes. 

A  Crulh'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand,. 
We  moulder  to  the  da£  ;      . 
Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withAand, 
And  all  our  beauty  s  lott. 
»  I'm  but  a  ftianger  here  below, 
As  all  my  fathers  were; 
ftfov  1  beweUprepa.'diogo, 
When  I  thy  fumm.ons  hear  I 

6  But  if  my  life  be  fpar'd  a  while 
Before  mv  laft  remove, 
Ihy  praife  Lhatlbc  my  bas'nets  (till*. 
Arni  I'll  declare  thy  to*» 


&  PSALM    XL. 

PSALM     40.    r«\-t,a,  3,5,17.     FirfiPart. 
Common  Metre. 

A  Song  of  Deliverance  from  great  Dtjlrefu 

t   IT  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 
■m.     He  bow  'd  to  hear  my  cry; 
He  law  me  reiling  on  his  word, 
And  brought  falvation  nigh. 

a  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 
Where  mourning  long  I  lay, 
And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet, 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  ftand, 

And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
To  praife  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
In  a  new  thankful  fonir. 

4  I'll  fprcad  his  works  of  grace  abroad; 

The  faints  with  joy  fhall  hear, 
And  Tinners  lea-n  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

$  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love; 
Thy  merries,  Lord,  how  great! 
We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

6  When  I'm  affli&ed,  poor  and  low, 

And  light  and  peace^depart, 

My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 

And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

PSALM  40.    Vcr  6—9  Second  Part.     Com.  Metre. 
The  Incarnation  and  Saaifce  c/CktiJl. 

1  '  1  ^US/ai'.h  tRe  Lord,  "  your  work  is  vain, 
X     "  Give  your  burnt  off'rings  o'er 
M  In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  flain 
•'  My  foul  delights  no  more."  ' 


PSALM    XL.  9" 

s  Then  fpake  the  Sa^our^Lorm  here, 

»•  My  God,  todothvwiU, 
«Whate'enh.y^red  book,  declare 

"  Thy  icivant  (hall  fulfil- 
,  «  Thy  lawyer™  my  fight, 
"  1  Veo  u  near  my  heart,, 

u  To  what  thy  Ups  impart. 
.And  fee  the  bled  Redeemer  comes, 

4  ThJ  eternal  fon  appears, 

And  at  <h' apposed  ume  Barnes 

The  body  God  prepares. 
I  .Much  he  re^ealM  his  Father's  Srace, 

5  And  much  his  truth  he  (how  d, 
Andp-clVdthewayofnglWoefs 

Where  great  affembUes  flood. 
6  His  father's  honour  touch'd  his  heart, 
He  pity'd  (tenets  cries, 
And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part 
Was  made  a  lacnhce. 

Pause. 

7  No  blood  of  beans  on  altars  feed 
7       Could  warn  the  conicienee  clean, 
But  the  rich  facrifice  he  paid 
Aiones  for  all  our  fin. 
/       Then  was  the  great  faction  fpread, 
And  Sitan's  kingdom  fhooRj 
Thus  by  the  woman's  prom  it  d  ieed 
The  ferpent's  head  was  broke. 
PSALM  4«.     Ver.b-io.    Long  Metre. 
Chriji  our  Sacrifice, 
.   rrHE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  ^roajjj* 
1   T Exceed  our  praife,  furmeunt  our  thought, 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 
Uy  fpeech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 


>8  PSALM     XLI. 

a  No  blood  of  beafo  on  altars  fpilt, 

Can  cieanfe  »he  fouls  of  men  from  guilt- 

But  thou  haft  fee  before  our  eyes8. 
An  all-fufficient  facrifice. 

3  Lo  thine  eternal  Son  appears 

Tothvclcfignshebowshisearsj 
Aiiumes  a  body  well  prepar'd, 
And  well  performs  a  work  fo  hard. 

4  w0^100^'^^0"'- cries, 
With  love  and   duty  in  his  eyes,) 

*  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 
•Oi  fins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 

6  uV,*WrUttn  Y1  thV  Sreat  decree, 
"    1  is  m  thy  book  foretold  of  me 

"I  muftfulhl  the  Saviour's  part,   ' 
And,o|thyUwisinmyPe^ 

O       I  11  magnify  thy  holy  law^ 
*  And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 

When  on  my  crofs  I'm  lifted  hU, 
Or  to  my  crown  above  the  fry 

7  u  wuC  fp'rit  {haU  dercend  "nd  fho'vvr 

-What  thou  haft  done  and  whatTdo. 
The  wond'ung  world  mall  ,e3rn .£' 
*'  And  all  creatton  tune  thy  praife  »    Y  g        * 

PSALM41.       Tfr    ,      ,     n         . 

Feels  what  h»  fellow  faints  endure. 
1  H?s  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 

'ST   ii?5    !me.°f  gen'ra»  grief 
Shall  find  the  Lord  ha;h  mercy  too 

Wuhfacrcdbleffir.gsonhishe.d, 

Whm  drought,  and  peft.Ience,  and  dearth 

Arou«d  bin  multiply  their  de'a<ina  aeartb> 


PSALM    XLH.  99 

,  Or  if  he  languid  on  his  couch, 

Will  lave  him  with  a  heakng  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  heavn. 

psalm   4t.   -^    «*/**  C'M; 

MrUon  and  Hop,   <"■#*  *  ^"  ^ 
"-  public  Morpp. 

*  T  T  7ITH  eameft  long  ugs  of  the  mind, 

VV     MyUod,ioihceIl«oki 
So  pants  the  homed  hart  to  fiud, 

And  tafte  the  cooling  brook. 

*  When  fhall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace, 

And  meet  my  God  agam  r" 
Solonganabf-ncefromth>  taee 

Mv  hean  endures  with  pairt.        • 
,  Temptation*  vex  my  weaiy  foul, 
/-.nd  tears  aie  my  re  ait; 
The  toe  insults  wuncu-contrcu^ 

,.4»Tis  with  amountul  pleasure  now 

1  think  on  ancient  davs* 
Then  ,o  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go, 

And  all  our  work  was  p.aile. 
•  But  why,  my  foul,  funk  down  fo  .at 
Beneath  this  !>eavy  load  r 
My  fprrit,  why  indulge  defpair, 

And  fin  agawft  my  God  e 
6  Hope  in  the  Lord  whofe  mighty  hana 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove 
For  I  fhall  yet  before  him  iUnd, 

i  A  /TV  fnirit  finks  withm  me,  Lo.o, 
M  But  1  will  call  thy  name  to  mind! 
And  times  oipaft diftref. .record, 
■  I       When  1  ha*e  found  my  God  was  kino. 


roo  P  S  A  L  M     XLIII. 

2  Huge  tro  ble.s  with  tumultous  noife 
Sw/ ,]  iike  a  tea,  and  round  me  fpread  ; 
■The  r.fmg  waves  drown  all  my  fop, 
And  roli  tnmend'eus  o'tr  my  head- 

3  Yei  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 
Wnen  I  addrefs  his  throne  by  day, 
Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove; 
The  nigjit  fhall  hear  me  fing  and  pray. 

4  I'll  caft  mylelf  before  his  feet, 

£l\iiay\  "  my  ^od'  my  heav'nly  rock, 
"   W.-.y  doth  thy  love  io  long  forget 
'  The  loul  thai  groans  benea;h  thy  ftroke  ?*' 

5  I'll  cki  e  my  heart  that  finks  fo  low, 
Wnj  fhould  my  IO»l  indulge  her  g/iejfj 
Hope  in  the  Lord  and  praif.  him  too ;' 
He  is  my  reft,  my  fme  lettef. 

6  My  God,  mymofte'xce  dingjov, 
Tny  light  and  trutn  fhali  gmd,  me  fiil!, 
Thv  word  malr  my  belt  tnougnts  employ, 
.And  lead  me  to  thine  heav'nly  hill. 

P  S  A  L  M     43      Common  Metre. 
Safeh  in  divine  Pretention 
TUDGE  ,ne    O  God,  and  plead  my  caufe, 
»|     «gainft  a  fin'ul  race; 
Iiom  vile  oppreffion  and  deceit 
Secure  me  hy  thy  i;race. 
«  On  thee  my  hedlaft  nop,  depends, 
A"d  am  I  It  ft  to  mourn  ?  ' 
To  fink  in  forrows,  and  in  vain 
Implore  thv  kind  return? 
3   O  fend  thy  Jighr  to  guide  my  feet. 
.Jnd  b)d  thy  truth  appear," 
Condua  me  to  thy  hoJv  hill, 
Totafieth)  mercies  there. 
4  Then  to  thv  altar,  O  rav  God, 
Mv  jo\fu!feet  fhall  rife, 
A'.^vtrjumphant  fu„gs  fhaJl  nnife 
The  God  that  iut«  the  lkics. 


?  S  A  L  M    XUV.  id 

5  Sink  not  my  foul,  benrath  thy  fear, 

lor  I  (hall  live  to  praile  the  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  guardian  care. 
PSALM  44-  Hri**  3^,  15^6,  CM, 

The  Church's  Complaint  in  Pcrfecution. 

,    T    ORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old, 
J^  Thy  works  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  to.d. 
The  wonders  of  their  days.         . 

2  They  faw  the  beaut'ous  churches  me, 

The  fpreading  golpel  run  \ 
While  light  and  glory  from  the  ikie* 
Through  all  their  temples  lnonc 

3  In  God  Ehev  boafted  all  the  day, 

And  in  a  cheerful  throng 
Did  ihoufandsmeet  to  praife  ana  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  fong. 

4  But  now  our  fouls  are  feiz'd  with  fhame, 

Confufion  fills  our  face, 
To  hear  the  enemv  biafpheme, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  gr?ce. 
c  Yer  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 
0        Morfalfely  dealt  with  heav'n, 
Nor  have  our  fteps  declm'd  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  haft  giv'n. 
6   Though  dragons  all  around  us  roar 
With  their  deftru&ive  breath, 
And  thine  own  hand  has  brms'd  us  lore, 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 

Pause. 

•»  We  are  rxpos'd  all  day  to  die, 
'        as  martyrs  for  thy  name; 

As  fneep  for  (laughter  bound  we  uej 
Md  wait  the  kmd'ling  flame. 


i©2  PSALM  XLV. 

*  Awake,  arifr,  almighty  Lord, 
Why  fleeps  thy  wonted  grace  ? 
VVhy  fhould  w«  (eem  like  men  abhor'd. 
Or  banifh'd  from  thy  face  ? 
9  Wilt  thou  for  ever  caft  us  off, 
■And  ftill  neglecl  our  cries  ? 
For  ever  hide  thine  heav'nly  love 
From  our  afilicVd  eyes? 
ac  Down  totfceduftour  foul  is  bow'd, 
And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 

!f  £T  n"r  he,p»  Icbukc  tbe  P^ud. 
And  all  their  pow'rs  confound. 

*  i   Redeem  us  frorrr perpetual  fhame. 
Our  Saviour  and  our  God; 
We  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

PSALM     45.     Short  Metre. 

The  Glory  ofCkriJ      The  Suae fs  of  the  Gofpd,  ani 

the  Gentile  Church. 

1  MYTlSavr8ndm>'Ki,is- 

£,      ,.  Tii>' keautifs  are  divine; 

Fhy  hps  wrth  b!fffings  overf] 

And  cv'ry  grace  is  thine. 
*  Now  make  thy  glory  known, 

Gird  on  thy  dreadful  fword, 
And  rife  in  majefty  to  fpread 
The  conquelts  of  thy  word. 
3  Strike  through  thy  ftubborn  foe*. 
Or  make  their  hearts  obey, 

Attend  thy  glorious  way. 
4  Thy  lavs,  OGod,  are  right, 
Thy  th.one  fhallever  ftand  • 
And  thy  viftorious  gofpd  pr0Ve 
Aiceptre  in  thy  hand 


PSALM    XLV.  * 

*c  Thy  Father  and  thy  God 
Hath  without  meafure  Ined. 
His  f^im  like  a  grateful  oil 
T' anoint  thy  facred  head.j 
fS  Behold  at  thy  right  h?nd 
*       The  Gentile  Church  is  ken, 
A  beaut'ous  bride  in  rich  amre, 
And  piioces  guard  the  Queen, 
?  Fair  bride,  receive  his  love, 
Forget  thy  father's  hcufe  ; 
Forfake  thy  Gods,  thy  idol  gods, 
And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  vows. 

8  O  let  thy  God  and  King 

Thy  fweeteft  thoughts  employ; 
Thy  child. en  (hall  his  honour  ling, 
And  tafte  the  heav'nly  joy. 

PSALM     45-     Common  Metre, 
Thtperfonal  Glories  and  Government  of  G&*§/& 
a  T'LL  fpeak  the  honours  cf  my  King, 
X  His  form  divinely  fair; 
None  of  the  fons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 
ft  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  and  heav'nly  grace 
Upon  thy  lips  is  fhed  ; 
Thv  God  with  bleflings  infinite 
Hath  crown*  d  thy  facred  head. 
.  Gird  o«  thv  fword  victorious  Prince, 
0       Ride  with  majcftic  fway  ; 

Thy  terror  fhaiiftnke  through  thy  foes, 
And  m*ke  the  v.-orld  obey. 
A  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  ftands, 
*       Thy  word  of  grace  fhall  prove 
A  peaceful  fceptre  io  thy  hands. 
To  rule  thy  faints  by  love 


104  PSALM     XLV. 

5  Juft*ce  and  truth  attend  thee  ftilj, 
But  mercy  is  thy  choice  : 

whGhod'  Ahy  G(':d'  thy f0ul  *»»«  «" 

With  moftpecuhar  joys. 
PSALM     45.    FirjlPart.     Long  Metre 

1   N°Y  bc,  m.V  heart  in  pir'd  to  On-       J* 
I  he  glones  of  my  Saviour  Kin* 
Jefus  the  Lord;  how  heav'nly  fa  ?ff* 

ft.s  form!  how  bright  his  bea'utis  are' 
»  O  erallthefomof  human  race 

He  fh.ncs  with  far  fuperior  grace, 

aZI??  his  1,ps  divine,y r*>*i 

Andbjeaingsa]lhisftatec>omoo^ 

3  Drcf.  thee  in  arms  moft  mighty  Lord 

?2-?ajcfty  3nd  Slory  ''de 

With  truth  and  mcckndi  at  thv  fide 

4  I  h.ne  anger,  like  a  poin-ed  dart, 
Miail  p.erce  the  foes  of  rtubborn  heart- 

Or  words  ot  mercy  kmd  and  fweet 
Shall  mek  the  rebels  at  thy  fe^. 
5  Thy  throne,   O  God,  for  ever  rtands 
Grace  „  the  fcepr.e  i„  thy  hands ' 
ihy  laws  and  works  a»c  juft  and  right       - 
But  grace  and  juftlce  thy  delist       g    ' 
b   God,  thine  own  God  ha,  richly  fhed 
Hisclo    gladnefsonrhyhead 

His  flrft  born  Son  above  t^e  re't 

PSALM     «  *      c,      /  n 

CM  *W^  o£a     "W^^     L™S  Metre, 
v     yi  ana  rus  Un,,ck;  or,  the  mv/K+J  hi       ■ 

HecomcSv,ihblSjft"and^2ce! 
An^  .   -        t       °"""J«»  from  above 
AndwmSt^nau.a$tofai8jov;;ve' 


PSALM    XLVI.  105 


*  At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold 

The  Queen  array'd  in  purely  go.d \ 

The  wo- Id  admiies  her  heav  nly  dreK>; 

Her  robes  of  joy  and  righteouinefs. 
o  He  forms  h.r  beauties  like  his  own, 

He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne  ; 

Fair  ftranger,  let  thine  heart  forget. 

The  idols  of  thy  native  Hate. 
A  So  (hall  the  King  the  more  rejoice 

In  thee  the  fav'rite  of  his  choice; 

Let  him  be  Iov'd  and  yet  ador'd, 

Tor  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord, 
c  Oh  happy  hour,  when  thou  (halt  rife 

To  his  fair  palace  in  the  fkies, 

And  all  thy. ions,  (a  num'rous  train) 

Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 
6  Let  endlefs  honours  crown  his  head; 

Let  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fpread; 

While  we  with  cheerful  fongs  approve 

The  condefcenfion  of  his  love. 

P  S  »A  L  M     46-     '&A  part-    LonS  Metre« 
The  Chunk's  Stifdy  and  Triumph  among  national  De' 
folaiions. 

GOD  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints, 
When  ftorms  of  fharp  diftrefs  invade} 
Ere  we  can  offer  ow  complaints, 
Behold  him  prefent  with  his  aid. 
8  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurt'd 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there, 
Convulfions  fhake  the  folid  world, 
Our  faith  (hall  never  yield  to  fear. 
3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 
In  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide, 
While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  ftiort 
Trembles,  and  dreads  the 'fuelling  tide, 


'lob  PSALM      XLVf. 

4  There  is  a  dream,  whnfe  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ! 
Life,  love  and  joy  ftill  gliding  tkr»' 
And  wat*ring  our  divine  abode. 

5  Thatfacred  ftream,  thine  holy  word,. 
Supports  our  faith,  our  fear  controuis, 
Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford, 

Aad  give  new  ftrength  to  fainting  fouls* 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 
Secure  agaioft  a  threatening  hour  ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 
Built  on  his  truth  and  ann'd  with  powrr. 

PSALM     46.    Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Godjightsjor  Mi  Ckurck. 
a    T    ET  Zton  in  her  King  rejoice, 

1~<  Tho'  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rife; 
tie  utters  his  almighty  voice, 
The  nations  melt  the. tumult' dies. 
*  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought 
And  Jacob's  God  is  ftill  our  aid  • 

w!!0'd^breiWOrks/ri5  hand  has  bought, 
What  defolations  he  has  made. 

3  From  fea  to  fea,  through  all  the  fhore* 
He  makes  the  noife  of  battle  ceafr; 
When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roar», 
He  awes  the  tremfejing  wor\&  to  pj^ 

4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear, 

Chawots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flames 

Let  earth  in  filent  wonder  hear 

The  found  and  glory  of  his  name. 
$  u  Be  ftill,  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 

"  I  reign  exalted  o'er  the  lands, 

^  i  W!l1.Se  known  and  fear'd  abroad, 
ai  £ut  fljij  my  throae  ic  Zfo  ftacdi^ 


PSAL  M  XL  VII,  XLVHI.     x^7 

&  O  Lord  of  hods,  almighty  King, 
While  we  fo  near  thy  prefence  dwtll, 
Our  faith  fliall  fit  fccure  and  fing, 
Nor  fear  the  raging  pow'is  of  hell. 
PSALM     47.    Common  Metre* 
Chrijl  afcending  and  reigning, 
j   ^\H  for  a  fhoutof  facred  joy 
\^J  To  God  the  fov'reign  King  ! 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ* 
And  hymns  of  triumph  ling. 

a  J  ejus  our  God  afcends  on  high  ; 
His  heav'nly  guards  around 
Attend  him  riling  thro'  the  iky, 
With  trumpets  joyful  found. 

3  While  angels  fhout  and  praife  their  King, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  drains; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honors fing  ; 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

4  Rehearfe  his  praife  with  awe  profound ,. 

Let  knowledge  guide  the  fong  ; 
Nor  moek  him  with  a  folemti  found 
Upon  a  thoughtlcfs  tongue. 

5  In  ifia't  flood  his  ancient  throne, 

He  lov'd  that  chofen  race; 
But  now  he  calls  the  word  his  ow% 
And  heathens  tafte  his  grace. 

6  The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 

There  Abraham's  God  is  knosvn  ', 
While  pow'rs  and  princes,  fhieldsand  fworda, 

Submit  before  his  throne. 
PSALM    48.     1—8.     Krji  Part.    S.  M.. 
The  Church  is  the  honour  and  Safety  of  a  N«fimt 
gC  f\  RE  AT  is  the  Lod  our  God, 
\^\J   And  let  his  praife  be  great  5 
£Je  makes  the  churches  his  abod£g 
/lies  ayft  delightful  feat, 


io3         PSALM    XLVIII. 

t  Thefe  temples  of  his  grace, 
How  beautiful  they  {land  ? 
The  honors  of  our  native  plaee, 
And  bulwarks  of  our  land.] 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known 

A  refuge  in  diftrcfs ; 
How  bright  has  his  falvation  (hone, 
How  fair  his  heav'nly  grace  ? 

4  When  kings  againft  her  join'd, 

And  faw  the  Lord  was  there, 
In  wild  confufion  of  the  mind 
They  fled  with  hafty  fear. 

5  When  navies  tall  and  proud 

Attempts  to  fpoil  our  peace, 
He  fends  his  tempeft  roaring  loud, 
And  finks  them  in  the  feas. 

6  Oft  have  oms  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  feen, 
How  well  our  God  fecures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  flocks  have  been. 

7  In  ev'ry  new  diftrefs 

We'll  to  his  houfe  repair, 
Recal  to  mind  his  wond'rous  gra.ce, 
And  fcek  deliv'ranee  there. 

PSALM  48.  20— x  4.  Second  Part*  S.M. 
The  Beauty  of  the  Chunk;  or,  Go/pel  Worjhip  and  Older* 
>    T^AR  as  thy  name  is  known 

JL    The  world  declares  thypraife; 
Thy  faints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
'1  heir  fongs  of  honour  raife. 
3  With  joy  thy  people  ftand 
On  Zion'i  cholen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hanS, 
And  counfelsof  thy  will. 
3  Let  ftrangers  walk  around 
The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Cowpafs  and  view  thine  holvgroUhd, 

Aod  mark  the  building  well,  .  1 


PSALM    XLIX.  roJ 

4  The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 

The  worfhip  of  thy  court, 

i  he  cheerful  fori;??  thp  f>J0~ 

&    j        i         J&5' ine  loJemn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report 
5  How  decent  and  how  wife! 
How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes 
And  mesadoro'd  with  gold.       X  *' 

.  ™£°d  We  WOr:hiP  ™w 

Y'tll  guide  us 'till  we  die; 

'W      eourGodwhileherebeW, 
And  ours  above  the  fkv  '     i 

W  T        ?  ,   the  man  of  rict^  grow 
»   V      To  infolenceand  pride, 

f       And  °oaft  as  though  his  fi^rt,    .„    u 

•  Of  better  duft  Than  fheln * 

3   Not  all  bis  treafur-*  ** 

His  foul  *£•  3n  Proc"re 

H.3        ."'/^"reprieve 

Kedeem'd  from  rlM-u 

Ormakehirbthti^^11^^^ 
4  Eternal  life  can  ne'er  be  fold, 
Theranfomis-toornv,,. 

JUltiCe   Wl41  np',»rJv.   L     ?  .  ? 

*  Heieest.hebrutifh  and  the  wire 
Tne uimvous  and  the  brave 

Qu«tthc-lrpoff,frlonS5C]&i^.r 

Ardhaftentothe'g^    heirC>'e8» 
Yet  WW.  inward  thought  and  pride        • 
My  houfe  (hall  ever  fond,  P  "*» 
^Andta-.tmyuamemay^      b!-de 
1  Jj  give  U  t®  my  land." 


[10  PSALM     XL1X. 

7  Vain  are  his  thmghu,  hi*hoP«  are  loft, 
[       How  Coon  his  mem  ry  ujes . 
Kls  name  is  buried  in  the  dull, 

Where  his  own  body  lies. 
Pause. 

8Tr4skthefo'1vofthei<  way, 
And  yet  their  fens  as  vain 
ApprovMbewmds  their  fathers  faA 

And  ad  their  works  again., 
Olen  void  of  wud.m  and  of  grace, 
*-*\  ho'  honour  ravfe  them  b»h, 

Live  .,ke  the  b  aft .  a  thougnt.eU  race, 
A -d  like  the  beait  they  <he. 
vl0  rtaio  mthe  grave  like  fitly,  (h?ey, 
}         L Death  triumphs  o^erthem^nc^. 

And  wakes  ihem  inde*pair..J 
LM49Kcr..4   '5   ***    ^  Com.  Metre. 
eiihavdth;  Rtji-irrtfaon. 
i   I^?E'nnsofuride,ih:»'  na.e   thejuft, 
\  V       «rvd  tiiiriple  on  the  poor, 

WhendSSKl  .udowntocufi, 

You.  pomp  ftiAiifc«N>  move, 
f  aThe  latt  great  da,  ,*etbcfc£ne, 

"  When  will-that  h«  >|ir  ,,  >p«<  * 
enihaJtthejufei?vivf,aTtd,r«^ 

Overall  thai  fco.-n'd  them  ....re  t 
God  will  my  uaked  foul  receive, 

Cail'd  fiota  the  world  away, 

And  brck  the  pnfonot  the  grave, 

To  raife  my  mould'nog  cay, 
S  A  Heav'n  i5  my  everlaftiog  home, 
?\  'l  h*  ii  1  tn'.ance  is  fure: 

Ui  rr.cn  o'  pride  their  rage  relume, 
But  I'll  re  pice  oo  more. 


PSALM     XLIX,  L.  i  Li 

PS   UM     49.     Long  Metre. 
The  rich  Sinner's  Death,  and  the  Saint's  Refurreclion. 

I    VT^HY'lo  the  proud  infult  the  po>r, 
VV      And  boa  (I  the  large  edates  they  have! 
Kow  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 
Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave! 

a  They  can't  redeem  an  hoar  from  death. 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  truftj 
Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 
When  God  commands  him  d own  to  dulV 

3  There  the  dark  earth  and  difmal  fhade 
Shall  clalp  their  naked  bodies  round; 
That  fkfh  fo  delicately  fed 

Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtlefs  fheep  the  (inner  dkj, 
-And  leaves  his  glories  in  the  ro     *0-t 
The  faints  fhall  in  the  mofning  rife; 
And  hear  th'  opprcfiSr's  awful  doom, 

£  His  honours  perifh  in  the  duff; 

And  pomp  and  teau  y,  birth  a.ud  blood  5 

That  glorious  day  exa.'rs  thejuft 

To  full  rio.ni.'ii'Hi  o'er  the  proud, 
6  My  Savioui  Thai   my  life  n  ftorc, 

And  raife  me  from    my  daik- abode; 

Mv  flefh  and  foul  (ball  part  no  m-)ie, 

Bat  dwell  fbrevti  near  my  God 

PSALM     5o  Vet,  1—6.  Firjl  Patt.  C.  MeUe. 
The  I ajl  Judgment ;  or,  the  Saints  re; carded, 

T    *1E  Lord-  lhe  Juc^§c>  belore  his  throne 

*      Bids  the  whole  eauh  draw  nigh, 
The  nstions  ne^r  th    ri'fing  fun, 
And  near  the  vVcjiern  {fey. 
%  No^more  lbal!  bold  bi<jroh<:mers  fsy7 
Judgment  wilt  nt  'er  begin  ; 
No  more  abuie  his  i<  n>  delay 
%Q  tmeudence  ana  fitt. 


H2  PSALM     L. 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  fhall  come. 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way, 
Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and  florin 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  fhall  hear, 

Attending  angds  come, 
And  earth  and  hell  fhall  know  and  fear 
His  Juftice  and  their  doomv 

5  "  But  gather  all  my  faints  (he  cries) 

«  n    >T  J1*?0  their  P£ace  with  God, 
By  the  Redeemer's  facrifice, 

"  And  feal'd  it  with  his  blood. 

6  "  T^!nailhJ,niworks1i,™u8ht  ^th  to  ligfcc, 

Shall  make  the  world  confefs 

"  My  fentence  of  reward  is  right, 
'*  And  heav'n  adore  my  grace." 
PSALM     go.  Vtt%  lo,  ii,  l4,  lh  23  Secend  paft. 
Common  Metre. 
Obedience  is  better  than  Sacrifice: 

1  T"^/!3^^  **rf£  <he  fpaciou.  fields 
««  ^»       ,.      ,ecks  and  herds  are  mine. 

Oer  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
"  I  claim  a  right  divine. 

2  **  I  afk^o  fheep  for  facrifice, 

u  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire: 
«  Jo  hope  and  love,  t«  pray  and  praife, 
"  Is  all  that. I  require. 

3  «  Jnvoke  my  name  when  trouble's  nsar, 

"My  hand  fhall  fet  thee  free; 

?S  °?U  thy  tbankful  h'Ps  dec^e 
i  ne  honour  due  to  me. 

4  M  The  man  that  offers  humble  praife, 

Declares  my  glory  bell; 

bhall  my  (alvation  tafte,"  ' 


PSALM    L.  ii 

PSALM     $©.    Ver.  t,  5,  8,  16,  21,  22* 
Third  part.  Common  Metre. 
The  Judgment  of  Hypocrites. 
I  "VX/-  HEN  CAr?/2  to  judgment  {hall  defcend* 
And  faints  fuiround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 
a  M  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  flain 
•«  Will  I  the  world  reprove  ; 
*'  Altars  and  rites,  and  forms  are  vain 
"  Without  the  fire  of  love. 

0  «*  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 

**  To  bring  iheir  facrifice  ? 
"  They  call  my  ftatutesjult  and   true, 
"  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  "  Could  you  expcft  to  'fcape  my  fight, 

"  And  hn  without  controul  ; 
"  But  I  fhall  bring  your  crimes  to  light, 
**  With  anguifh  in  your  foul-  '•" 

5  Confider,  ye,  that  flight  the  Lord, 

Before  his  wrath  appear  ; 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  fvvord, 
There's  no  deliv'rer  there. 

PSALM     5o.     Long  Metre. 
Hypoc/ijy  expo  fed 

1  'T'  H  E  Lord,  Che  Judge,  his  churches  warn*, 

-*-     Let  hypocrites  attend,  and  fear, 
Who  place  their  hooe  in  rites  and  forms, 
Bnt  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  caie. 

2  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe.  his  name 
With  lips  of  faKehood  and  deceit; 

A  friend  or  brother  they  detsme, 
And  footh  and  flatter  thofe  they  hate. 

3  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong, 
Yet  dare  to  feck  their  Maker's  face; 
They  take  his  cov'nant  on  their  tongue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace, 

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114  PSALM    L. 

4  To  heav'n  thev  lift  tbetr  hands  unclean, 
Defil'd  with  Iuft.  defil'd  with  blood; 
By  night  they  pratlife  everv  fin, 

By  day  their  moutns  draw  near  to  God« 

5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay, 
They  giow  f. cure  and  fin  the  more; 
Thev  think  he  fief  ps  as  well  as  thev, 
Arid  put  Far  off  the  dreadful  hour, 

6  Oh  dreadful  hour!  when  God  draws  near, 
And  feis  their  crimes  before  their  eyes! 
His  wiath  their  guilty    fouls  fhall  tear, 
And  no  deliv'rer  dare  to  rife. 

i*  S  A  L,  M     50.     'Io  anew  Tune; 

The  laji   Judgment 

*  T *IF  L°rd ' the  fov'reign  «"ends  his  fummons  forth , 
Calls  iVcfouth  nations  and  awakes  the  north; 
IromEa/lio  Wejl  the  founding  orders  fpread 
1  hro'  diitant  worlds  and  regions  o.  the  dead  ; 
No  more  fhall  athcifts  mock  his  long  delay  ; 
Hi>  veng'ance  fleeps  no  more;  behsid  theday. 

»   Behold,  the  Judge  defends,  his  guards  are  nigh, 
Tempeit  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  iky  ; 
Heav'n,  earth, and  hell,  draw  near;  let  all  things 
1  o  hear  his  juHice  and  the  finners  doom  ;  [come 
But  gather  firft  my  faints  (the'Judge  commands) 
Bung  them,  ye  angels>  from  their  diltant  lands. 

3  Behold,  my  cov'nant  Hands  forever  good, 
Seai'd  by  rh'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood, 

And  fign'd  with  all  their  names  ;  the  Greek  the  Jew 
rhat  paid  the  ancient  worfnip  orthene.v, 
1  her<  's  no  diiiinction  he»e,  prepare  their  thrones, 
And  ne^r  me  feat  my  fav'ri:e-  and  my  fons. 

4  I,the  r  almighty  Saviour  and  their  God, 

I  amtheii  Jn  ige;  Ye  heav'n g  proclaim  abroad 

My  juit  eternal  fentence,  and  ceclaie 

7'hofe  aweful  truths,  that  finners  dread  to  hear; 

Sinneis  in  Sion,  tremble  and  retire  ; 

I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 


PSALM     L.  115 

5  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  {lain 

Do  I  condemn  thee  ;  bulls  and  goa's  are  vain, 
"Without  the  flames  of  lo  'e;  in  vain  the  ftore 
Of  brutal  off'tings  that  were  mine  before  ; 
Mine  are  the  tamer  bealis  and  lavage  breed   [feed* 
Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefts  *  here  .they 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  aik  thee  lo'd  ? 
When  did  1  thirl*,  or  taft'e  the  v  ftim's  blood? 
Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows. 
Thy  folemn  chatt -rings  and  tamaflic  vows  ? 
Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  be  ".old, 
Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

$  Unthinking  wretch  !   how  cou'd'ft  thou  hope  to 
A  God,  a  fpirit,  wi:h  fuch  toysas  thefe  ?  [pieafe 
While  with  my  grace  and  ftattttes  0:1  thy  tongue 
Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  doft  thy  brother  wrong; 
In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  prertnds, 
Thieves  and  aduh'iers  are  thy  cipfen  friends. 

8  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fufPring  love, 

But  didftthou  hope  that  I  mould  ne'er  v.  prove? 
And  cheriih  fuch  an  impious  though'  within, 
That  God  the  righteous  would  indulge  thy  iin  ? 
Behold  my  terrors  now;    my  thunders  roil, 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guihy  foul* 

g  Sinners,  a  wake  betimes;  ye  fools.,  bevviir; 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  ;  [mend, 
Change  your  vain  thoughts  your  fmfui  works  a» 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  }Our  friend; 
Left  like  a  lion  his  iaft  veng'ance  tear 
Yoar  trembling  fouls,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 
PSALM     50.     To  the  old  proper  Tune. 
The  Idjl  juig?nent. 

t    'rir",HE  God  oi  go  y  lends  his  fummons  forth, 
JL     Calls  thefouth  nations  and  awakes  the  north  $ 
From  eafl  to  zvej'i  the  fov*reign  orders  fpreajj, 
Thro'  dtllaiiL  worlds  and  rcgioris  en  'he  dead. 

The  trumpet  founds,  htli  ■rembles,  hedv*n  rejoices ; 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  vokev 
E'4 


116  PSA  L  M    L. 

feh:,dihTcutCFde?:„xr.ciibchoVh/d^! 

Tempeft  and  fire  attend  tin',)      8uaLrds„a,en'«h; 
''Torear'n?''  'nndhcli'd"w"«n  let  all  thin,, 

-A*  /heu     ,,r    "'  ""hn'ry  cheerful 'paffion; 

«  /  n  1  f      ^ ^  •*? rnal  faCrifice  in  blood, 

"  That  Sid  ,E     * "  thdr  namC5;  thC  Gr«**<  7™ 
ThrsTL  It  r      ';Clent  wol(hiP  or  ^e  new    J 
-Uresno  d^nFacn here;  J0l„  a / Wr  ,,?w, 

ITIm  chJa  \    g    '         ■  our  d,V!ne  reward. 
f*«JS*tt,  ycJmOs,  he  comesjor  your  filiation. 
Pause     ihe  Firft, 

6  "Th??  t}.le  ?aviou'' ]  fh'  almie^y  God 

"  Mv  i^  eT  JiJf gC:  ye  he3V'"S  W  abroad 
tnJrl*'*"1  truths  that  finners  dread  to  hear 

in ow  fee]  my  wrath, nor  caJ!  my threatiWs  vain' 
4   Thou  hyppcnte,  once  didk'd  I  faint's  a«  re! 
doom  tne  pamted  hypocri  e  to  fire 


PSALM     L.  117 

8  •*"  Not  for  the  want  of  goats,  or  bullocks  flairt> 
"  Do  I  condemn  thee  ;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
,(  Without  the  flames  of  love;  in  vain  the  ftore 
"  Of  brutal  off'nngs  that  were  mine  before. 
£aith  is  the  Lord's,  all  nature  Ftiodl  adore  him  ; 
While Jmners  trembie  faints  rejOKe  bejorc  him. 

9  "  If  I  were  hungry,  would  i  afk  thee  food  ? 

"  When  did  I  third  or  drink  thy  buliocks's  bTood? 
,;  Mine  are  the  tamer  beads  and  favage  breed, 
•'  Flocks,  herds,  and  ri-idb;  and  forefts  where  they 
All  is  the  Lord'*  hi  rules  the  wide  creation  ;      [feed. 
Gives  Jifiiws  tendance,  and  the faints  falvation. 
XX)  "  Can  I  be  flatter'd  wim  thy  cringing  bows, 
"  Toy  iolemn  cnatt'rings.  and  rant  attic  vows, 
M  .-iremy  eyes  charrri'd  thy  veftmenfs  to  behold, 
*'  Gi'nng  in  gems,  and  gay  in  wove'!  gold  ? 
God  is  the  judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  difguifss 
Can  fere  en  the  guilty  when  hij  vengeance  nfess 

Pause      the  Second. 

11  "  Unthinking  wretch  !  ho  .••  could'R  tHo'a  hopeto 
"  A  God,  a  'pui:,  with  fu?h  toys  as  thefe  ?  [peafe 
**  While  with  my  graceand  ita  tutcsoh  thy  tongue,, 
M  I  h  >u  lov'it  dec<  ;  ,  snd  do'ti  iby  brother  wiong, 
Judgment  proceeds,  keihtrembles,  Ftmv'n  rewices; 
Lft  up  your  heads,  yejair.ts,  with  cheerful  voices, 

*2   "In    -ain  to' pious  forms  '.ny  ze^loretends 
"  Tnieves  and  adulfc'rers  a>e  thy  chofen  ftiends  ; 
■«  While  (he  falfe  ffett'rer  at  my  aitar  waits, 
44  His  harden'd  fo  1}  d  vine  inftru&ion  nates. 
God  is  the  judge  of  heails,  no  fair  difgirifs 
Canfaeen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  fifes. 

13  "  Silent  I  waited  with  long  faff'riug  love; 
*'Bu;  riid'ftthou  hepethat  I  fkould  ne'er  leprore? 
"  Asd  cherifh  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
11    i  ha'  the      H-Holy  wou'd  indulge  thy  fin  ? 
See  God.ppear  ,  all  nations  join  ?  adore  him; 
Judgment  proceeds,  and  ftnncrs  full  before  ran:. 


*I&  PSALM      Li. 

*4«*  4B?°!d  my  terrors  now ;  ffly  thun<*<**  roii, 

And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  loul  { 
Now  like  a  l.on  (hall  my vengeance  tear 
Ihy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliverer  near. 
Judgment  concludes,  heli  trembles,  keav'n  reioices  , 
Lijt  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  wtth  cheeijvi voices . 
Epiphonema. 
J^". Sinners  awake  betimes,  ye  fools  be  wife; 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  moinjng  rife  : 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  finful  works 
amend, 
«'  Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend. 
fjenjcm  ye  faints,  zoake  evWy  cheerful  p*  fan  s 
When  Chrtji  returns,  he  comes  jor  yourfalvation. 

PSALM     5 1 .     Firjl  Part.    Long  Metre. 
A  Penitent  pleading  for  Pardon. 
1    CHOW  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive, 

O   Lee  a  repenting  rebel  live; 

-Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 

May  not  a  finner  tiult  in  thee  ? 
S  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  furpafe 

The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace; 

Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 

So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found  i 

3  O  wafh  my  foul  from  ev'ry  Tin, 

And  mrke  my  guilty  ccnfcience  clean; 
Hereon  my  heart  the  bin  den  lies, 
And  part  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  fhame  my  fins  confefs 
Againft  thy  law,  againft  thy  gr*ce; 
Lord,  ihould  tky  judgment  grow  fevere, 
I  ain  condtrnn'd,  but  thou  art  clear? 

£  Should  hidden  vengeance  feize  my  breath, 
1  muft  pronounce  thee  juft  in  death  ; 
And  if  m.y  loui  were  lent  to  1  cjl, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well, 


PSALM     LI.  M 

6  Yet  fave  a  trembling  finner,  Lord, 

Whofe  hope  fi ill  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  fome  fweet  prcmife  there, 
Some  Cure  fupport  againft.  dcfpair. 

PSALM    51.     Second  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Original  and  aclual  Sin  cotifcjfzd. 

1  T    ORD,   I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin, 
X-J   And.  born  unholy  and  unclean, 
Sprung  from  the  man  whofe  guilty  tall 
Conupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all, 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 

•  The  feeds  of-fm  grow  up  for  death  ; 
The  taw  demands  a  perfect  heart; 
But  we're  dtfil'd  in  ev'ry  part, 

3  [Great  God  c?f  ate  my  heart  anew, 
.And  form  my  fpirit  pure  and  true  ; 
Oh  make  me  wife  betimes  to  fpy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy.  J 

4  Behold  I  fall  before  thy  face  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  : 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean; 
The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beaft, 
Nor  hviop  branch,  nor  lprinkfing  priefi, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  fea« 
Can  wafh  the  djfmal  (lain  awjy, 

5    Jefus,  My  God,  thy.bjood  tioae 
Hath  pow'r  fulficierjt  to  |ton^  ; 
Thy  blood  can  make  njc  wl    te  •;•;  fnnw  j 
Kq  7-v ;h  types  could  cUjrtfj   :rr  fa, 

No'j  ftem  uQvfcmJ  bath  ■\'i: 

Autl  Mike  sty'bttkes  ks»i1  TfjeiSGi 


120  PSALM    LI. 

PSALM     5 1 ,    Third  Part.    1  ong  Metre. 

The  Badjlider  repwud ;  or,  Repentance  and  Faith,  in 
the  Bhod  of  Shift. 

1  f~\  Thou  that  hear'fl  when  finnerscry, 
V_y  Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  nol  v>ith  angry  look, 

But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  foim  my  foul  aveife  to  fin  : 
Let  thy  good  fpirit  ne'er  depart, 

Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart, 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Caff  out  and  banifh'd  from  thy  fight ; 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God  reftore, 
And^guard  me  that  1  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  fpirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  (till  afford, 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart  my  God,  my  King, 
.Is  all  ihe  facrifice  I  bring; 

The  Gcd  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 

6  My  fouls  lies  humbled  in  the  duft, 
Ana  owns  thy  dreaoful  fentence  juft; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  fave  the  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways; 
Sinners  fhafl  learn  thy  fov'reign  grace  ; 
J '11  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  fnall  praile  a  pard'ning  God. 

<8  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue! 

Salvation  fhall  be  all  my  long  : 
.   And  all  my  pcw'rs  fhall  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord  my  fhcngih  and  rightcoufnefs. 


P  S  A  L  M    LI.  121 

TSALM51    Vcr.  3—13.  Fvji  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

Original  and  aftualSin  conjeffed  and  pardoned 
j    T     ORD.l  would  fpread  my  fore  diftrefs 
A  -*   And  guilt  before  thine  eyes; 
Againft  thy  laws,  againft  thy  grace, 
How  high  my  crimes  arife! 

2  Should'ft  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  hell, 

And  crufh  my  flefh  to  duft, 
Heav'n  would  approve  thy  veng'anre  well, 
And  earrh  muft  own  it  juft. 

3  I  from  the  flock  of  Adam  came, 

Unholy  and  unclean; 
All  my  original  is  fbame, 
And  all  my  nature  fin. 

4  Bom  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 

Contagion  with  my  breath; 
And  as  my  days  advane'd  I  grew 

A  jufter  prey  for  death. 
Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  foul 

With  thy  forgiving  love; 
Oh  make  my  broken  fpirit  whole, 

And  bid  my  pains  remove, 

6  Let  not  thy  fpirit  e'er  depart. 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face ; 
Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 

Hefore  the  fons  oi  men; 
Backfliders  fhalladdrefs  thy  throne, 
And  turn  to  God  again, 

PSALM  51. Per.  14— i^.Sec&nd Part.  Com.  Metre*. 

Repertance  and  Faith  in  the  Blood  ofChrjJl* 
1    /~\   G  O  D  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
V^/    My  loads  of  guilt  remove, 
Break  down  this  fepatating  wall 
That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 


122  PSALM     LII. 

a  Give  me  the  prefenec  of  thy  grace, 
Then   my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  fpeak  aloud  thy  righteoufnefs,       x 
And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifer  flain 

For  fm  could  e'er  atone  ; 
The  death  of  Chrifi  fhail  fli.ll  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  foul  oppreft  with  fin's  derert 

My  God  will  ne'er  defpife; 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart 
Is  our  belt  iacrifice, 

PSALM     52.     Common  Metre. 

The  Dif appointment  of  the  Wicked. 

1  T  X  7  H  Y  (hould  the  mighty  make  then  boafl, 

V  V      And  h:av'nly  grace  celpife  ? 
In  their  own  arm  they  put  their  trait, 
And  f\ll  their  mouth  wi;h  lies. 

2  But  God  in  vengeance  /halt  deflroy, 

And  drive  them  from  his  face! 
No  more  fhall  they  his  church  annoy, 
Nor  fi  .d  on  earth  a  place. 

3  But  like  a  cultur'd  olive  grow, 

Dieft  in  immortal  green, 
Thy  children  blooming  in  thy  love. 
Amid  thy  courts  arc  fecn. 

4  On  thine  eternal  grace,  O  Lord, 

Thy  faints  fhall  reft  fecure, 
And  all  who  truft  thy  holy  word, 
Shall  find  ffilvation  fuie. 

PSALM     £».     ictfg  Metre, 
Tkt  Fa'fy  of  Setf  D^mU^^ 

¥V     His 

While  hi  .jj    , 

And  <kIoiatkm  Wifct  iht  laud, 


PSALM     LIU.  125 

a  He  joys  to  hear  the  captive's  cry, 

The  widow's  groan,  the  orphan's  figh  : 
And  when  the  weary'd  fword  would  fpares 
His  falfehood  fpreads  the  fatal  fnare. 

3  He  triumphs  in  the  deeds  of  wrong, 
And  arms  with  rage  his   impious   tongue  ; 
With  pride  proclaims  his  dreadful  pow*r, 
And  bids  the  trembling  world  adore. 

4  But  God  beholds,  and  w  ith  a  frown, 
Cafts  to  the  duft  his  honours  down  ; 
Th^  righteous  freed,   their  hopes  iecal> 
And  hail  the  proud  oppreffor's  fall. 

5  How  low  the  intuiting  tyrant  lies. 
Who  dar'd  th*  eternal  Pow'r  defpife  ; 
And  vainly  deem'd  with  envious  joy, 
His  arm  Almighty  to  deftroy 

6  We  praife  the  Lord,   who  heard  our  cries, 
And   fent  falvauofl  from  the  fkies : 

The  faiuts  who  faw  our  mournful  days, 
Shall  join  our  grateful  fongs  of  praife. 

PSALM     53.    Ver.    4 — 6.    Common  Metre, 

Vitlory  avd  deliverance  from  ferfecuiicn, 
i      A   RE  all  the  foes  of  Sion  fools 
1~\      Who  thus  delltoys  her  faints  ? 
Do  'hey  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 
And  pities  her  complaints? 
£  They  fhall  be  feiz'd  with  fad  furprife; 
For  God's  avenging  arm 
Shall  crufh  the  hand  that  dares  a«fe, 
To  do  his  children  harm. 
.3  In  vain  the  fons  of  fatan  boaft 
Of  armies  in  array  ; 
When  God   has  firft  defpis'd  their  hoft, 
They  fall  an  eafy  prey, 
^.  Oh  for  a  word  trem  Sion's  King, 
Her  captives  to  refiore  ! 
The  joyful  faints  thy  praife  fhall  fing 
And  Ifr'cl  weep  np  more, 


**4  PSALM     LIV.  LV. 

PSALM     54.     Common    Metre. 


EHOLD  us,  Lord,  and  let  our  cry 
Before  thy  throne  afcend, 
Caft  thou  on  us  a  pitying  ere, 
And  (till  our  lives  defend. 

a  For  flaught'ring  foes  in  ult  us  round. 
Oppreffive,  proud  and  vain, 
They  caft  thy  temples  to  the  ground, 
And  all  our  rites   profane. 

3  Yet  thy  forgoing  grace  we  truft, 

And  in  thy  pow'r  rejoice; 
Thine  a;m  /hall  crufh  our  foes   to  duft, 
Thy  ppaife  in/pire  our  voice. 

4  Be  thou  with  thofe  whofe  friendly  hand 

Upheld  us  in  di  .  refs, 
Extend  thy  tru:h  through  ev'ry  land 
And  itill  thy  {.eople  biefs. 

PSALM  55.  Vcr.  .-8,  .6.  ,7,  l8.  2Z  Com.  Met. 

Support  for  the  affiled  end  tempted  Sou/. 

'    C^\  GoCl'  my  rcfu!^  hear  mF  Clies> 

V^      Behold  my  flowing  tears, 
-     Jor  earth  and  hell    my  hurt  devife 

And  triumph  in  my  fears 
2  Their  rag-  is-  leveled  at   my  life,. 
My  foul  wuh  guilt   they  load, 
And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  ftrife, 
To  fhake  ray  hope  in  God. 
3.  What  inward  pains  my  hear;,  firings  W0Und 
I  groan   with  ev'ry  breath  ; 
Horror  and  fear  befet  me  round 
Amongft  the  fhades  of  death. 
4  Oh  were  I  like  a  feather 'd  dove, 
And  innocence    had   wings; 
Jjd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 
from  all  thefc  rebels  things* 


PSALM     LV.  125 

5  Let  me  to  fome  wild  defert  go. 

And  find  a  peaceful  home, 
Where  ftorms  of  malice  never  blow, 
Temptations  never  come. 

6  Vain  hopes,  and  vain  inventions  all 

To  'fcape  the  rage  of  hell  ! 
The  mighty  God,  on  whom  I  call, 
Can  fave  me  here  as  well. 

P*A  USE. 

7  By  morning  light  I'll  leek  his  face, 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry, 
The  night  fhall  hear  me  afk  his  grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 

8  God  fhall  preferve  my  foul  from  fear, 

Or  fhield  me  when  afraid  ; 
Tenthoufand  angel's  muft  appear 
If  he  command  their  aid. 
g  I  caft  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
Trie  Lord  fuftainss  them  all  ; 
My  courage  refts  upon  his  word, 
That  fainis  mail  never  fall. 
io  My  hightft  hopes  fhall  not  be  vain, 
My  lips  ftiali  foiead  his  praife ; 
While  cruel  and  deceitful  men, 
Scarce  live  out  half  their  days. 

PSALM  55  Ver.  15,  16,  17,  ig,  22.  Short  Metre. 

1  T    E  T  finners  take  their  courfe, 
JL-4  And  choofe  the  road  to  death  ; 
But  in  the  worfhip  of  my  God 

I'll  fpend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  3ddrefi,  his  throne, 

When  morning  brings  the  light  % 
I  feek  his-b  Idlings  ev'ry  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  nigh.L 


*26  PSALM    LVI. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

O  my  eternal  God, 
While  tinners  perifh  in  furprife 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Becaufe  they  dwell  at  cafe, 

And  no  fad  changes  feel, 
They  neither  fear  nor  trufl  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  I  with  all  my  cares, 

^  Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 
I'll  call  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 
And  refl  upon  his  word. 

6  His  arm  fhal>  well  fuftain 

The  children  of  his  love; 
,      The  ground  on  which  their  fafety  ftands, 
No  earthly  pow'r  can  move. 

P  S  A  L  M  56.     Common  Metre; 
Deliverance  from  OppreJjion  and  Fal/kood:  or,  Gods 
tare  oj  his  people,  in  anfwer  to  Faith  and  Prayer, 
1    ,   .Thou who'ffe juftice  feigns  on  high, 
V/   And  makes  th'  oppreflbr  ceafe,  ° 
Behold  how  envious  finners  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 
8  The  ions  of  violence  and  lies 
Join  to  devour  me,   Lord  ; 
But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rife, 
My  reiugeisthy  word. 

3  In  God  moft  holy,  jufiand  true, 

i  ha.e  repos'd  my  irurt ; 
Nor  will  I  tear  what  fleih  can  do, 
i  he  offspring  of  the  dult. 

4  They  wrefl  my  words  10  mifchief  ftill 

Charge  me  with  unknown  faults; 
For  mi  (chiefs  ali  their  counfels  fill,' 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 


PSALM     LVII.  127 

j  Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown  ? 
Muil  their  devices  ({and  ? 
O  caft  the  haughty  firmer  down, 
And  let  him  know  thy  hand  ! 
Pause. 

6  God  fees  theforrows  of  his  faints, 

Their  crroans  affect  his  ears  ; 
Thy  mercy  counts  my  juft  complaints, 
And  numbers  all" my  tears. 

7  When  to  thy  throne  1  raife  my  cry, 

Thev.ickea  fear  and  flee  ; 
So  fwift  is  pray'r  to  reach  the  fky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  In  thee,  mod  holv,  juft  and  true, 

I  havercpos'd  my  tiuft; 
Nor  will  1  tear  what  man  can  do, 

The  ©ffspi  ingot  the  dull. 
q  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 

Thcufhalt  receive  my  prai'e; 
I'll  fing;  kdtu  faithful  is  thy  word ! 

How  righteous  all  thy  ivays  ! 
jo  Thou  haft  fecur'd  my  foul  from  death, 

Oh  fetthy  pris'nerfree, 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath 

May  be  employed  for  thee» 

PSALM     57.     Long  Metre* 

Praifefor  Prote&ion  ;  Grace  and  Truth. 
I   T\/T^    God  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings, 
JlVJl.   Of  bcundlefs  love  and  grace  unknown, 
Hide  beneath  thy  ipreading  wings, 
Tiil  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

e  Up  to  theheav'ns  I  fend  my  cry, 
The  Lord  will  my  defires  perform  ; 
He  lends  his  angel  from  the  fky, 
And  faves  me  from  the  threat'ning  ftorm. 


"8       •     PSALM     LVIII. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell; 
Any  po.w'ron  earth  be  known  abroad, 
-And  land  to  rand  thy  wonders  tell 

4  My  heart  is  fix'd  ;  my  for»g  mail  raife 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praife, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

$  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmf.ft  fkv;      ° 
His  truth  to  endlefg  yearsVemains, 
When  lower  worlds  diffolve  and  die. 

6  Be  thou  exalted,   O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell  ; 
Any  pow  Von  earth  be  known  abroad 
-ftnd  iar.a  to  land  thy  wonders  tell, 

PSALM  68.     As  the  u3thPfalni. 
Warning  to  Magiftrates, 
1      §  UDGES>  wbo  rule  tne  world  by  laws, 
**    \J  I"  yc  defpifcthe  righteous  caufe, 

When  vile  oppreflion  waives  the  land  ? 
i?are  ye  condtmn  the  righteous  poor, 
^r>d  let  rich  finncrs  'fcape  fecure, 

Wni  e  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  hand  J 
2   Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew 

I  hat  God  will  judge  the  judges  too  ? 

High  in  the  heav'ns  his  juftIre  reigns; 
let  you  invade  the  rights  of  God- 
:  And  (end  your  bold  decrees  abroad 

To  bind  the  con'cienc.  in  your  chains. 
3   A  poifon'd  arrow  is  your  tongue 
Tne  arrow  fharp,  the  poifon  ftW, 

And  oeath  attends  where'er  it  wounds  I 
y  ou  hear  no  counfels,  cries  or  tears ; 
So  the  deaf  addcr.floj  s  her  ears  ' 
Agamft  the  pow'i  of  charming  founds. 


PSALM    LIX.  T29 

4  Breakout  their  teetb,  eternal  God ; 
Thofc  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood  ; 
And  crufh  the  ferpents  in  the  duff, 
As  empty  chaff,  when  whirlwinds  rife, 
Before  the  fweeping  tcmpeft  flies, 
So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  loft, 

5  Th'  Almighty  thunders  from  the  flty, 
Their  grand'ur  melts,  their  titles  die, 

As  hills  of  fnow  diffolve  and  run, 
Or  mails  that  perifh  in  their  (lime, 
Or  births  that  come  before  their  time, 

Vain  births  that  never  fee  the  fun. 

6  Thus  fhall  the  veng'ance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  laints  afford  ;  • 

And  all  that  hear  fhall  join  and  fay, 
»c  Sure  there's  a  God  that  rules  ©n  high, 
"  A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry, 

*>  And  will  their  fuff'rings  well  repay.** 

PSALM     59.     Short  Metre* 
Prayer  for  national  Deliverance; 
1    T?ROM  foes,  that  round  us  rife, 
JL     O  God  of  heav'n,  defend, 
Who  brave  the  veng'ance  of  the  fkies, 
And  with  thy  faints  contend. 
I  Behold,  from  diftant  mores, 
And  defart  wilds  they  come, 
Combine  for  blood  their  barb'rous  force. 
And  thro'  thy  cities  roam. 
3  Beneath  the  filent.fh.ade, 

Their  facred  plots  they  lay, 
Our  peaceful  walls  by  night  invade, 
And  wafte  the  fields  by  day, 
I  And  will  the  God  of  giaee, 
Regardlefs  of  our  pain, 
Permit  fecure  that  impious  rac£, 
•'To  riot  in  their  reign  ? 


i3o  P  S  A  L  M  LX. 

5  In  vain  t'leir  fecret  guile, 

Or  open  force    hty  prove; 
H  s  eye  can  pK  rce  the  decpeft  veil, 
Hts  hand  .her  lirength  remove. 

6  Yet  i'ave  trum,  Lo;d    fr*m  death, 

Ltil  we  forget  their  doom ; 
But  drive  i  v.n  with  thine  angry  breath, 
Thro'  ditfaui  (ands  ro'roam. 

7  Then  fhall  ..ur  grateful  voice  * 

•  Pi oJaun  ,ur guardian  God: 
The  nati  m  round  the  earth  rejoice, 
And  'oundti  y  praifc  abroad 

PS.    L   M     go.     Common  Metre, 
Lodktng  to  God  in  the  Di  refs  of  War 

\     \;  ^ou/gjfitylatuli 

^u   Benold  th>  people  mourn  ; 

Shal  eevergWdethj  hand  I 

And  mercy  ne'er  r< 

leath  ih.;  terror*  of  ivneeye 
£^i  h's  baughty  tow'is  decay; 
Thy  fro  .rimg  mantle  fpreads the  iXy, 
nd  mortals  in  It  au 

3  Our  S  on  tremhesatthyftr 

A 

oi'5  "ea  >rok«,    - 

An* 

4  Exa  t  thy  banner  hi    be  fie'd 

Fof    h  '   name  ; 

from  »arb*rro5h    ,b  o:  r  nation  fhielcL 
And  i-'ic  our  toes  to  fhuriu. 

5  Attend  our  armies  to  the  fi 

A  d;  ' 

In  vain  Ihali  tio,n'  »rs  ,,r.:.e 

Agaiiift  thy  ifud  red. 

6  Our   roops,  bcncaih  I 

S -laJlgam  a  gl  d    eno 
*Th God  who  make  dftaoJ 

Apt!  tread*  the  mighty  do-«». 


PSALM     LXIIL 


H3 


PSALM  63.  Ver.  6—  to.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre* 

Midnight  Thoughts  tecollecled, 
i  "TPWAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night 
-*■     I  thought  upon  thy  pow  r, 
I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  fight 
Amidft  the  darkefl  hour. 
i  My  flefh  lay  retting  on  my  bed, 
My  foul  arofe  on  high  ; 
My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,  I  fa  id, 
Bfing  tky  falvation  nigh, 
3   My  fpirij  labours  up  thine  nil!, 
And  climbs  the  heav'nly  road; 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  iiill, 
While  I  purfue  my  Goa, 
j  Thy  mercy  ftretches  o'er  my  h°?a 
ThefhadoA'  of  thy  win^s  -t 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid, 
My  tongue  awakes  and  fings. 
g  But  the  deftroyers  of  my  peace 
Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain  ; 
The  tempter  fliall  for  ever  ceafe, 
And  ail  my  fins  be-fla:n. 
5  Thy  fword  fhall  give  my  foes  to  '■    .  '--, 
And  'end  them  down  to  dwell 
In  the  dark  cavern^  of  the  earth; 
Or  in  the  deeps  ox  he.]}. 

F  S  A  L  M     6$.     I  0  ,g  Mr 
longing  after  Gefa  or,  TkeUvt  jfGcibet, 
1    P  H&4T  Gx?d,   irrdvJg? my.humiik     ^ijj, 
V_T   Thou  an" 

pofe  thy  nar/xe 
ike  me  '/;di. 
od.  Lhuu  - 

my  God  ; 

•  J   'i-:>j; 


1  he  gloi 
.Stand 


'i  »* 


134  PSALM    LXIIJ. 

3  With  heart,  and  eye*,  and  lifted  hands 
For  thee  I  long,  to  ihee  I  look, 

As  travellers  in  thiifty  lands 
Paiu  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  With  early  feet  1  love  t'  appear 
Amongthe  faints,  and  feek  thy  face; 
Oit  have  I  feen  thy  glory  there, 
And  felt  the  pow'r  of  loVreigti  gra:e. 

5  Not  fruits,  nor  wines  that  tempt  our  tafte, 
No  pleafures  that  to  fenfe  belong, 

Could  make  me  lo  divinely  bit  ft, 
f       Or  raiff  fdfjigh  my  cheerful  feng. 
'6  My  life  itfelf  without  thy  love 
No  tniie  or  pica  fare  could    fiord-; 
'        'Twould  but  a  lireiome  burden  prove, 
,     ,  If  I  were  baniih'c  from  the  Lore;. 
7   Amidft  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
When  bufy  cares  affhef  my  head, 
One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 
.And  acids  refreihment  to  my  bed. 
£  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  m\  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  pjraitfe  ; 
This  work  fhai!  make  mv  heart  r.joice, 
And  b!c!s  :he  remnant  of  my  days- 

PSALM     63.  Short  Metre. 
Seeking  God. 
%   "ft    fY  God,  permit  my  tongue 
J.YJ,   This  joy,  to  fall  thee  mine; 
An',   let  my  eat  lv  cries  prevail 
i  6  taiic-  thy  love  divine. 

2  My    hirfty  fainting  foul 

i  hy  mere;,  d&ea  implore: 
Not  travellers  in  defart  lands 
Con  pant  tor  water  more. 

3  Witl  iu  thy  churches,  Lord, 

I  ioi;g  to  find  my  place, 
Thy  pp-v'r  ;md  glory  to  behold, 
And  leel  thy  quick'ning  grace. 


PSALM     LX1V.  i$5 

4  For  life  without  thy  love 

No  relifh  can  afford  ; 
No  joy  can  be  ccmpar'd  wilh  this> 
To  ferve  and  plcaie  the  Lord. 

5  To  thee  I'll  lift  my  hands 

And  praife  thee  while  I  live  ; 
Not  the  rich  dainnes  of  a  feaft 
Such  mod  01  pleaiure  give1,. 

6  In  *  akeftrl  hours  of  night, 

I  call  my  God  to  mind; 
I  think  h  rw  wife  thy  counfels  are> 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  haft  bf  en  my  help, 

To  thee  my  fpirit  flies, 
And  on    hy  watchful   pro\idence,.. 
My  cheerful  hope  relies, 

8  The  fhadow  of  thy  wings, 

My  feul  in  faiety  keeps  : 
1  follow  where  my  father  leads. 
And  he  fupports  my  fleps. 

P  S   a  L  M     64.  Long  Metre. 
j    f^s  R  E  A  T  God,  attend  10  my  complaiaEj , 
VJJ"   N^r  iet  my  droopi*>£  fpirit  faint, ; 
When  foes  in  fecret  fprcact    -he  fnare. 
Let  mv  falvaiii  n  be  thy  care. 
2  Shield  me  without  ?r.d  guard  within, 
From  tieach'icus  foes  and  deadly  fin  ; 
May  envv,  luft,  end   pride  depart, 
And  heav'nly  grace  expand  my  heart. 

3  Thyjuftice  and  thy  pow'r  di'piay, 
And  leaner  far  thy  foes  sway; 
While  liil'ning  naions  learn  thv  word, 
And  taints  triumphant  blefs  the  Lord* 

4  .Then  fhad  thy  church  exalt  her  voice, 

And  all  that  love    hy  name  rcjotce; 
By  faith  approach  thine  awful  throne. 
And  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. . 

F-2 


i;6  PSALM     LXV. 

P  S  A  L  M  65.  Ver.  1— 5.  Firjl  Part.  Long  Met  1 

Public  Prayer  and^  Praife. 
1   HPHE  praife  of'Sion  waits  tor  thee, 

■*■     My  God;  and  praife  becomes  thy  houfe  : 
There  fhall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows, 
a   O  thou  whofe  mercy  bends  the  fkies 
To  fave  when  humble  finners  pray  ; 
Ail  lands  to  thee  fhall  lilt  their  eyes, 
And  ev'ry  yielding  heart  obey. 
S  Againft.  my  will  my  fins  prevail, 
But  grace  fhall  purge  away  the  {lain : 
The  blood  or  Chriit  will  never  fail 
To  warn  my  garments  white  a°ain. 
.  4  Bleft  is  the  man  whom  thou  fhalt  choofe 
And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee; 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houfe, 
To  tafte  ihy  love  divinely  free. 
P  a   u   s   E. 

5  Let  Babel  fear  When  Sion  prays; 
Babel  prepare  for  long  diilrefs, 
When  Sign's  God  himfelf  arrays 
In  terror  and  in  righteou fnefs. 

6  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 
What  his  afiL&ed  faints  requeft- 
And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
His  love  to  give  his  churches  reft. 

1  Then  fhall  the  flocking  nations  run 

To  5W*  hill  and  own  their  Lord 4 

The  riling  and  the  fetting  fun 

Shall  i>e  tHe  Saviour'*  name  ador'd8 
PSALM  65.  Ver.  5-r3.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre, 

JJivin:  Providence  in  Air,  Earth  and  Sea;  or,  the- 
Cod  pj 'Nature  and  Grace  < 
I    HTHE  God  of  our  falvation  hears 

-*•    The  groans  of  Sion  mix'd  with  tears  • 

Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  defies, 

Thro'  all  the  waj  his  terror  fhine*. 


PSALM     LXV.  137 

2  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  icmoteft  ends, 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known, 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailors  that  travel  o'er  the  flood  , 
Addrefs  their  frighted  fouls  to  God, 
When  temceftsraseand  billows  roar 
At  dreadful  diftance  from  the  more* 

4  He  bids  the  noify  tempefts  ceaie  : 
He  calm*  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 
When  a  tumuU'ous  nation  raves 
Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves. 

5  Whole  kingdoms  fhaken  by  the  ftorm, 
He  fettles  in  a  peaceful  form  ; 
Mountains  efhbiifh'd  by  his  hand 
Firm  on  their  old  foundations  fland. 

6  Behold  his  enfigns  fweep  the  fky, 
New  comets  blaze  and  lightnings  fly  } 
The  heathen  lands  with  fwift  iurprife, 
From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eyes, 

7  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles4n  the  eaft,  and  leads  the  day, 
He  guides  the  fun's  de>  lining  wheels 
Over  the  tops  of  western   hills, 

8  Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice  : 
The  ev'niogand  the  morn  rejoice 

/    To  fee  the  earth  made  iof't  with  ihoA/'rs, 

Laden  with  fruit  and  drefi  in  flow'rs. 
■  g  'Tis  from  his   v/at'ry  Mores  on  v  igh, 
He  gives  the  thirfry  ground  fupply : 
He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  u  en:e 
Doth  hiseniiching  drops  difp^.ie, 
L  10  The  defart  grov.sa  fruitful  &.  d, 
\      Abundant  fsuit  :he  vallies  yieid; 
V   The  vallies  fhout  wt;h  cheerful  vcice, 
And  nti^hb'riiig  bills  repeat  their  joys. 
£3 


t$V'  PSALM     LXV. 

1 1   The  paftures  rmile  in  green  array, 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play; 
The  larger  rattle  and   the  iamb, 
Each  in  his  language  fpeaks  thy  name. 

J2  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine; 
O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  fhine; 
Thro'  ev'rv  month  thy  gifts  appear  : 
Great  God,  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year! 

PSALM     65.     Firfl  Part.     Common  Metre. 

A  Prayir-hear>ng£od,  and  the  Gentiles  called. 
J    "JQRAlSE  waits  in  Sion,  Lord  for  thee, 
*•        There  fhall  our  vows  be  paid  ; 
iiiou  haft  an  ear  when  Tinners  pray, 

AH  flefh  fhall  feek  thine  aid. 

2  Lord    our  iniquities  prevail,. 

But  p«*id'nlng     race  is  thine, 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  pow'r  and  fkill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  fin. 

3  Elefl  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  choofe 

To  bring  them  near  t*hy  face, 
Give  the  ma  dwelling  in  thine  houfe, 
To  fea.'l  upon  thy  grace. 

4  In  ar.fw  Vng  what  thy  church  requefts, 

*  hy  truth  and  terror  fhirie, 
And  works  of  dreadful  righteoufnefs 
Fa!fi!  thy  kind  defign. 

5  Thus  ihali  the  wpnd'ring  nations  fee 

The  Lord  is  good   andjuft; 
And  diftauc  iflands  fly  to  thee, 

And  make  thy  name  their  trufh 
5  They  dread  thy  glutting  to  .^ns,  Lord. 

When  figiis  in  heavY.  appear; 
But  they  fhall  learn  thy  holy  WOrd,     - 

-And  Jove  as  well  ag  fear. 


PSALM    LXV. 


7  ?< 


PSALM    65-    Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 
Providence  of  God    in   Air    Earth  and  Sea;  or, 
the  Bkfir.gs  of  Rain. 
!  '^pIS  by  thy  ttreng  h  the  mountains  Hand, 
■*■     Godof  eternal  pow'r; 
The  tea.  jrows  cairn  at  thy  command, 
And  ttmpefts  ceafe  to  roar. 
2  Thy  morning  light  and  ey'ning  fhade 
Succeffive  comfor  s  bring  ; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harveft  glad, 
Thy  fiow'rs  ad  rn  the  fprlo'g. 
»Sealons  and    imes,  and  moons  and  hours,    • 
Heav'n.  earth  and  air  are  chine; 
When  clouds  di  ill  iu  Fruitful fhow'rs, 
The  Author  rs  divine. 

4  Thofe  wand'ringcifterns  in  the  fey 

Borne  by  the  winds  around. 
Whofe  wat'rvtreaf  res  *til  Supply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thufty  ridges  drink  their  nil, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear ; 
.  Thy  ways  abound  with.bleffiags  ft  ill, 

Tb^  ooodnefs  crowns    hefcesr. 
r  S   A  L   M     65.     Third  Part.     Common  Metre 
The  BleJJings  of  lie  Spring. ;  or  Gad  gives.  R& 
A  Pfalm  lor  the  Hu&andmati, 

1  O  Oi*>D  is  the  Lord.  :he  h&av'niv  King, 
K^J      \ v  ho  makes  the  earc  h  .his  care  ; 
Viftfsthe    allures  ev'  v  Ipnng- 

And;  bids  '  he  graft  appear 

2  The  clouds  like  rivess  rais'd  oa  high, 

Pour  ou    a:  his  comrn  .-.d 

Then  wat'rj   :  -  ■   '-'" 

ind. 


*4o  P  S  L  A  M     LXVJ. 

3  The  foften'd  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  fp.ioaj 

Tne  valkes  rich  provifion  yield, 

-And  the  poor  lab'rersfing. 

4  The  little  hills  on  every  fide 

Rejoice  at  falling  fhow'/s, 
The  meadows  drefs'd  in  beauteous  pride 
Perfume  the  air  with  fiW,s         P 
6  The  barren  clods  refrefh'd  with  rain 
rromife  a  joyful  crop  ; 
The  parked  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  ra:fe  the  reaper's  hope. 

HowT  m°mhS  thySood.cfs  crowns, 
How  bounteous  are  thy  ways! 

And  fhepherdsfhout  thypraife. 
JSUM     66'     «*  Art     Common   Metre; 

c*<™»*  jw  w  G  ^ .  orj  ^  Cw  ^ 

£y  afflifiion. 

*    5v?G'  aH  ye  natior'S  to  the  Lord, 
USingwahajoviulmMfe; 
With  melody  or 'found  record 
His  honours  and  your  joys* 
*Sayto(hepowVth;tforni,dihe/k 

ho* "terrible  art  thru! 

"  Sinners  before  thy  pretence  fly, 

"  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 

3  [Coinc  fee  the  wonders  of  our  God, 

How  glorious  are  his  ways  ? 
In  Mote*'  hand  he  put  the  rod, 
And  clave  the  frighted  teas. 

4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  drv 

While  Mr'cl  pafsM  the  flooo!; 

>  here  did  the  church  begm  their  joy, 
Afld  triumph  in  their  God  J 


PSALM     LXVI.  141 

c  He  rules  by  his  refiftlefs  might : 
Will  rebe. -mortals  dart 
Provoke th'  Eternal  to  the  fight,, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  ? 
§  Oh  blefs  our  God,  and  never  ceafe; 
Ye  iaims,  fulfil  his  praife; 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 
>j  Lord,  thou  hail  prov'd  oar  fufPring  fouls, 
To  make  our  graces  fhme  ;\ 
So  filver  bears  the  burning  coals, 
The  metal  to  refine. 
8  Thro'  wat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  ways 
We  march  at  thy  command, 
Led  to  pofTels  the  promis'd  place 
By  thine  unerring  hand. 
PSALM  66.  Ver.  13 — 22.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  for  hearing  Prayer, 

1  "VTOW  fhall  my  i'olemn  vows  be  paid 
IN    To  that  Almighty  p©w'r, 
Thatieard  the  long  requefts  i  made 

In  my  diftrefsful  hour. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 

To  make  his  mercies  known  : 
Come  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done 

3  When  on  my  head  huge  for  rows-  fell, 

1  fought  the  heavn'iy  aid  ; 
He  fav'd  my  finking  foul  from  hell, 
And  death's  eternal  (hade. 

4  If  fin  lay  covcr'd  in  my  heart 

While  pray'r  employed  my  tonguej. 
""The  Lord  had  (hewn  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  prai fes  fung. 

5  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  bleft) 

Has  fet  my  foirit  free  ; 
Nor  ;urn'd  from  him  my  poor  requeftj 
Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 
f5  ' 


M2    PSALM    LXVIT/LXvm 

PSALM     67.     Common  Metre.  ' 

J       a^  ProJperith  andthe 

¥    Wuh  beams  ol  heav'nly  <jraCe  ' 

Reveal  thy  pow»r  thro'  all  oufco?ft. 
And  mew  thy  (miJl„g  face  ' 

2  L^ft  our  realm  exalted  bi*h 
-JJo  thou  our  glory  ftand, 
^nd  hke  a  wall  ol  guards  fire 
Surround  the  lav'nte  land.! 

And  d.itam  nations  know  and  love 
ineir  6aviou.  and  their  God 

^SingtotheLord.yediftantlands, 
'     ■  .&mg  loud  with  <olemnvG1Ce. 
Let  cVry  tongue  exalt  his  praife, 

And  ev'ry  heait  rejoice. 
5  He,  the  great  Lo.d,  the  fovWn  Tudee 

That  ins  enthron'd  above  J     fi' 

And  bids  them  tafte  his  love 

And  yuld  a  full  encreafe  : 

With  fruiitulncls  and  peace 
9  God    th    Rcd  ^  ^ 

liis  cnoicelt  favours  here. 

VVinle  the  creation's  utmolt  bound 
*ha,l  fee,  adore,  and  fear 

fSALM  68.  £Vr  ,     a- 

L*  He  Vengeance  mid  covpajion  0/God; 
£T  GodarileinaillMsmioht. 
And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flieht . 

As  fmoke  that  (ought  to  cl,„d  the  fkif* 
Skfojc  the  wfang  tempcll  Qu» 


PSALM    LXVro.        "  14$ 

»  [He  comesarray'd  in  burning  flames; 
lattice. and  vfcng'ance  are  hw  names ; 
Behold  his  fainting  foes  expire 
Like  melting  wax^befcre  the  fire  J 
-o  He  rides  and  thunders  thro'  the  fky 
His  name  Jehovah  founds  on  high  ., 
Sine  to  his  name  ve  fons  of  grace  ; 
Ye  faints  rejoice  before  his  face. 
4  The  wid  )W  and  the  fatherlefs 
Fly  tohisaidinfharpdiftrefs;     - 
.       Io  him  the  poor  and  hel;  Iefs  find 
A  Judge  that's  jnft,  a  father  kind. 
c  He  breaks  the  Captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  pris'neis  fee  the  light  again  ; 
But  rebels  that  difpute  his ,  wi.l, 
Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  ItiU, 

6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  Jo  God  belong; 
Crown   him,  ve  nations,    m  your  long: 
H  s  wond'rous  names  and  pow'rs  rehearie, 
His  honours  indl  enrich  your  verfe. 

7  He  makes  the  heav'ns  whh  loud  alarms  J 
How  te  rible  is  God  in  arms! 

In  lfrM  are  hi*  mercies  known, 
lfr'el  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

8  Proclaim  him  king,  pronounce  hifo  blefi  ; 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  rest ; 
When  terrors  rife,  and  nations  faint. 
God  is  the  ffcrangth  oi  ev'ry  faint. 

PSALM  68  Ver.  17,  1 8.  Second  Part.    Long 

Chrift's  Afiwjmi,  and  the  Gift  of  the  S#i\ 
i.    J     ORD  when  rhou  didd  a.'cend   on  high, 

l_-i  Ten  thoufahd  angels  fill  the  Iky  ; 

Thofe  heaV'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 

Like  chat  iots  thatfcttend  th'y  date, 
2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 

More  glorious  when  the  Lor'  was  there; 

""While  he  pronouci'd  his  dreadful  law, 

And  iistck  the  chosen  tribes  with  awe,- 


J44  P  S  A  L  M     LXVIIF. 

3  H?£  bright  ,hc  triun|  h  nonccan 

^^.therebchnuspow'rsofhdl, 

W«»Ln  "  an,d  iou,s  had  caP:,vc  ma<*e, 
Vv  ere  all  mchams  like  caputs  led. 
3  Rau'd  by  hi.F  ther  to  the  throne, 

Wi^  gifts  ana  grace  lor  rebel-men, 
That  Goo  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

PSALM    68.    IWlkfc^>lw%||; 
Long  Metre. 
jfe  for  Tarsal  Eltf^s  :  or5  Cmm*  and  Special 
Mtrces. 

1    V\^EV-ie'c!!,eLor1d  lhcJuft^hegood, 

▼  °  mU  our  hcar;s  vv-i. -h  heav'nly  food  • 

\Vho  pours  bit  b.'cffings  from  the  fries  ' 

Ar.c   oadsour  da>s  with  itch  fuppiies, 
»  He  fends  his  fun  his  circuit  round, 
To  cheer  tne  fruils  to  warnj  the  nd 

He  bids  the  clouds  with  plenteous  ram 
•ke.iefh  the  thirfty  eanh  again. 
3  'Tis  <o  his  care  we  owe  cur  breath, 
,  ^nd  a]]  our  near  efcapes  from  death  • 

Safety  and  health  to  God  belong; 

He  reals  the  weak,  and  guards  iheftrong. 
i  He  makes  the  faint  and  finner  prove 

The  common  b>ffingj  of  his  love  ; 

i*ut  the  wide  diff'rence  that  remains, 

Is  endlefs  joy,  or  endlefs  pains. 

The  lord  that  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head, 

?u  Zn  If  ferpf  m's  ,eed  fta"  «"»d. 
1  he  Ihibborn  finner'*  hope  confound, 

And  Imue  him  with  a  lafting  wound. 

Bur  his  right  hand  his  f.ioti  foall  raifc 

Prom i  the  deep  earth  or  deeper  (eat, 
^nd  bring  them  to  his  courts  above; 
There  mail  they  taftc  his  fpecial  iove. 


PSALM     LXIX.  145 

P3ALM  69    Ver.  1—14-  Fi'fi  Part'  Com'  Metre- 

The  Sufferings  of  Cfiriflfvr  our  Salvation 
,  «   QAV      me,  O  G  d,  the  fwelhng  floods 
O   41  Break  in  upon  my  foul; 
«  1  (ink  ard  fori  o*s  o'er  my  head 
«  Like  mighty  viators  roll. 
t  *  I  en  till  ail  my  voice  is  gone, 
**  In  tears  I  wafte  tht  day; 
«  M    Goa,  behold  my  longing  eyes, 
>;  A*d  fhorten  thy  delay. 
3  «'  They  nare  my  foul  without  a  caufe, 
"  And  fli  1  their  number  grows 
"  More. nan  the  hairs  around  my  head, 
«  /.nd  mighty  are  my  foes. 
j  ««  'Twas  then  I  paid  the  dreadful  debt 
"  Tnat  men  could  never  pay, 
m  And  gavethofe  honours  to  thy  law 
•  Which  fmners  took  away. 
c  "  Thus  in  the  great  Mefliah's  name, 
♦■  The  royal  prophet  mourns  ; 
"  Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 
"    -  r.d  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 

6  u  Now  (hall  the  !aints  rejoice  and  find 

"  Sa  varion  in  my  name, 
"  For  I  have  bo^ne  their  heavy  load 
"  Of  forrow,  pain,  and  fhame. 

7  «<  Grief  like  a  garment cloath'd  me  round, 

44  And  lackcloth  was  mydtefs, 
«  While  1  piocur'd  for  naked  fouls 
"  A  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

8  "  Amongfl  my  brethren  and  the  Jews 

M  I  like  a  ftraager  flood, 
■   And  bore  their  vile  reproach  to  bring 
«*  The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 
q  «   1  came  in  finful  mortals  ftead 
«  To  do  my  Father's  will; 
«  Yet  when  I  cleans'd  my  Father's  houfe^ 
»«   They  fcacdaliz'd  my  zeaL 


u6  PSALM    LXIX 

«  H«.=,™j  celeUial  ihrone 

ii    .«  h    f    ,J",y  ComP,aI™g  tongue. 

u  H"^eA  f««  befri  me  round  ;       P' 

O"  wcll-ellablift'd  ground. 

Mypray'rarofeonhigh, 
And  for  my  fake  my  God  fh^ll  U 
inedyjngfinnei^ciy." 

FSALM  6q.  f*r.  ,„    or      - 

Common  Metre. 

?'  ^^  and  Exaltation  of  ChriJ 
t    \TOW;ctnurlipswilh„o|vhcar 

The    n?  moUr»'«i  plMfurca  f.r,g 
^e^u.f  nngs  of  our  great  H^h-Pricft, 
Hie  forrows  of  our  Kings 

'    H^SinVd:°rde^'^fS; 
HOW  <;]«'}  .kp  -„,,.„  ,  ' 

v  V  'ne  waters  re! 

u  ny  would  thv  fav'ntV.  '„    '   i-i 

M  Forfpt-n    f    l  '°ok  I,ke  one 

^oriaken  of  thy  grace  ? 

"Wnh  rage  they  perfecutc  the  man 
t         ifta:  gram*  beneath  thy  wound, ' 

)f  tr     e,,pour 

,        M>  "feupon  the  ground, 

'f'?n^aamy'^urtotheduO, 
^^.-l^ughwhenl  complain 

frclh  angujlh  to  my  pain. 


PSALM    LXIX.  147 

6  <!  Al!  mv  reproach  is  known  to  thee, 

"  The  fcandal  and  the  fhame ; 
•«  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  heart, 
»'  And  lies  .'efil'd  my  name. 

7  "  I  look'd  for  pity,  but  in  vain; 

"My  kindred  are  my  grief ; 
"  I  afk  mv  friends  for  comfort  round, 
"  But  meet  with  no  relief. 

8  "  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  tbirft, 

«.*  'I  hey  pive  me  gall  tor  food ; 
«'  And  ("porting  with  my  dying  groans, 

"  They  triumph  in  my  blood. 
<j  «  Shine  into  my  difWffed  foul, 

"  Let  thy  compaflion  lave; 
"  And  tho'  my  flefh  fink  down  to  death, 

•*  Redeem  it  from  the  grave 
10  "  I  fhall  arife  to  praife  thy  name, 

«  Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown; 
,    <{  And  thy  falvation,  O  my  God, 

«  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne." 

PSALM     69.     Third  Part.     Common  Metre, 

fmifi'j  Obedience  and   Death;  or,    God  glorified  and 
Sinner sjaved, 

1  T?ATFER,   I  fmg  thy  wond'reus  grace, 
.Jl      I  ble's  my  Saviour's  name, 
He  bought  falvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  finner's  fhame. 
a  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high, 
His  duty  and  his  zeal 
Fuifil'd  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
And  finifh'd  all  thy  will. 
g  His  dying  groans,  his  living  fongs 
Shall  better  pleafe  my  God, 
Than  h^rp  or  trumpet's  folerrn  found* 
Than  goats  or  bullock's  blood. 


MS  PSALM    LXIX. 

4  This  Ilia!]  his  humble  follow'™  fee, 

And  fe   their  hearts  at  reft; 
They  by  nis  deaih  daw  near  to  thee, 
And  Jive  for  ever  bleft 

5  Let  heav'n  and  all  that  dwell  on  high- 

1  o  God  their  voices  raife, 
While  lands  and  leas  affift  the  fkv, 
And  join  t'  advance  his  praife.' 

6  Sion  is  ihine,  moft  holy  God, 

Thy  Son  fhall  biefs  her  gaes  • 
And  glory  purchas'd  by  his  blood 
Tor  mine  own  lfr'el  waits. 

PSALM     69.    FnJlPart.    Long  Metre. 
^  CknjVs  Pajion  and  Sinner  Salvation. 

D^  Ln  our  hearts  let  us  rec°»d 

'       £t  J  ,     ee>>er  forro  ws  of  our  Lord , 
behold  the  nfmg  billows  roll 

To  overwhelm  his  holy  foul. 

*  tS^u0  Amplain?  he  fpends  his  breath> 
yh>lehofti  o.  hell,  and  pow'rs  of  death, 
And  all  the  fons  of  malice  joio 
To  execute  their  curlt  defign. 

3  Yet,  gracious  G  d,  thy    ow'r  and  love 
Has  made  the  curfe  a  blcffir.g  ,  rove- 
Thole  dreadful  fuff'ri.igs  o:  thv  Son 
Aton'd  for  crimes  wr„chwc  had  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord 
The  honours  of  thy  Ja*  reftor'd  • 
His  forrows  made  thv  juftice  known. 
And  paid  for  lollies  «ol  his  own. 

jj  O  for  his  lake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  fmner  live: 
Thi  Lord  will  he„r-usin  h.sname" 

Noi  iiwll  oui  hope  be  turn'd  «o  Qum* 


PSALM     LXIX,  LXX.      T49 
PSALM  69.  P*r.7,&c  Second  Part.  Long  Metj 

Chrijl's  Sufferings  and  Zeal. 
j   >rp\vAS  for  our  fake  eternal  God, 

Thy  Son  fuftain'd  that  heavy  load 
Of  bafe  reproach  and  fore  difgTace, 
While  fhame  defil'd  bis  faered  face. 
a   The  Jews  his  brethren  and  his  kin. 
Abus'd  the  man  that  check'd  their  fin  : 
While  he  fulfillM  thy  holy  laws, 
They  hate  him,  but  without  a  caufe.- 

3  »  [My  Father's  houfe"  faid  he,  "  was  made 
•;  A  place  for  worfhip,  not  for  trade; 
Then  featuring  ah  their  gold  and  brafs, 

He  fcourg'd  the  merchants  from  the  place.]  - 

4  [Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God 
Confum'd  his  life,  expos'd  his  blood  : 
Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown, 

f  He 'felt  and  mourn' d  them  as  his  own.] 

5  [His  friends  forfook,  bis  follow' rs  fled, 
While  foes  and  arms  furround  his  head  ; 
They  curfe  him  with  a  fland'raus  tongue, 
And  the  falfe  judge  maintains  the  wrong,] 

6  His  life  they  lo?d  with  hateful  lies, 
And  charge'his  lips  with  blafphemies  ; 
They  nail  him  to  the  ihameiul  tree; 
There  hang  the  man  that  dy'd  for  me, 

7  But  God  beheld,  and  from  his  throne 
Marks  out  the  men  that  hate  his  Son  ; 
The  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead,j 
Shall  pour  the  veng'ance  on  their  hesd. 

PSALM  70.     Common  Metres 
ProteBion  a^ainjl  Pe^fonal  Enemies, 
j    TNhafte,  O  Gnd    attend  my  call, 
Jl    Nor  hear  my  cries  in  vain  ; 
Oh  let  thy  fpeed  prevent  my  fall, 
And  ilill  my  hope  fuftain, 


15-0  P  S  A  L  M    LXXI, 

2  When  foes  inlidious  wound  my  name, 

And  tempt  my  foul  aftray 
Then  let  them  fall  with  lafiing  fhame, 
To  their  own  plots  a  prey. 

3  While  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice, 

And  glory  in  thy  word, 
In  thy  falvation  ralfe  their  voice, 
And  magnify  the  Lord. 

4  O  thou  my  help  in  time  of  need, 

Behold  my  fore  difmay  ; 
In  pity  haften  to  my  aid, 
Nor  let  thy  grace  delay. 

P  S  A  L  M   7'.  Vcr.  5_g.   Firfl  Part.  Com.  M. 
The  aged  Saint's  Reflection  and  Hope, 

1  A/TYr  r°d'  my  everlafting  hope, 
-LV_L    J  Jr.-e  upon  thy  truth  • 

Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  ftrengtnen'd  ail  my  youth<  «7 

2  My  fle.Ti  was  f;fhion'd  by  thy  now'r 

>th  ail  thefe  limbs  of  mL- 
And  from  my  mother's  painful  hour 
'    I  ve  been  entirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my  li.'ejiew  wonders  (een 

Repeated  ev'rv  year; 
Behold  my  davs  that  vet  remain, 
I  truft  them  to  thy  care. 

4  CWKC  Ttoff  when  nrcnSth  declines, 

When  hoary  hairs  arife; 

AM  round  me  let  thy  g^ry  fhine, 
When'er  thy  fcrvant  dies. 

5  Then  in  the  hift'ry  of  my  age. 

When  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page, 
JncV/y  line  thy  piaife. 


PSAL  M    L&XI.  T5* 

PSALM7t.^r.i4,  15. *«.  «•  2 i,  2 5.  Second  Pa? t. 

Common  Ivfeire 

Chrijleur  Strength  and  Righteoufnefs. 

1  TV  yfY  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 
JLYl   When  I  begin  thy  praife, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 

The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlafting  truit, 

Thy  goodnefs  I  adore  ; 
And  fince  1  knew  th y. graces  firft 
I  fpeak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  (hall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  clelliai  road, 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  ftrengin 
To  fee  my  Father  God, 

4  When  1  2m  fill'd  with  fore  diftrefs 

For  fome  fiirprifing  fin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  1  ightequfnefs. 
And  mention  none'but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  victories  of  my  King! 
My  foul  reckem'd  from  fin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  talvation  fing. 

6  [My  tongue  fhr.ll  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour  and  my  God, 
His  death  has  brought  my  foei  to  fhame, 
And  fzv'd  me  by  his  blood. 

7  Awtke,  awcke,  my  tuneful  pow'rs ; 

With  this  delightful  fong 
I'll  entertain  the  darkeft  hours, 
Nor  think  the  feafon  long   , 
PSALM  yuVer   17—21    Third  Fa? t.  Com.  M< 
The  aged  Ckrjfliav's   Prayer  am   Slhg  ;  or,  0,d  Agi\ 

Death  and  the  RcfurrcCiivn. 
%    f>  OD  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth, 
K^Jt   The  guide  of  all  my  cays, 
I  have  declai'd  thy  heav'nly  truth, 
And  told  thy  wondrous  ways, 


J*2  PSALM     LXXII. 

2  Wilt  thou  forfake  my  hoarv  hairs, 

i*rL  °nkaVe  m>'  fi*»f»ng  heart  ? 
Who  mail  fuftam  my  fmkmg  y,  ars 
Jr  God  my  ftrcngth.  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  ihy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 

-Before  ihe  nfing  age, 
And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
When  IfhaHquittheftage. 

4  The  land  of  filence  and  of  death, 

Attends  mv  next  remove  ; 
Oh  may  thefe  poor  remains  of  breath 
leacn  the  wide  world  thy  love  ! 

5.  Thy  righteoufnefs  is  deep  and  hwh, 
Unfearchab'e  thy  deeds  • 
Thy  glory  fpreads  beyond 'the  fky, 
And  all  my  praife  exceeds. 

^A^'f1  hTd '**  threa-nings  roar, 

And  oft  endur'd  the  grief; 
But  when  thy  hand  hath  preft  me  fore, 
Jny  giace  was  my  relief 
>   By  long  experience  have  I  known 
•  hy  iov'reign  pow'r  to  fa*e  ; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  grave. 
8  When  I  lie  bury'd  deep  i„  duft, 
«Iy  fle/hfhallbethycare; 
Thele  wi.hcr'd  limbs  with  thee  I  trufi 
io  ratfe  them  ftrong  ar.d  fair. 

PSALM    „.    Fi,JlPart.    'LongMare_ 

The  Kingdom  of  Chr'J. 

*    0RAAT  G°d'   wh<>ieuniverfai  fway 
V^    I  he  known  and  unknown  wo:  Ids  obev 
Now  give  the  k.r.gdom  to  thy  Son,  * 

Extend  his  pcivv.  exalt  bis  throne. 


PSALM     LXXII.  153 

Thy  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heav'n  fubmits  to  his  commands ; 
His  juftice  (hall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more, 
With  pow'r  he  vindicates  the  juft, 
And  treads  th'  oppreiTor  in  the  dufl; 
His  worfhip  and  his  fear  (hall  laft, 
Till  hours  and  year?,  and  time  be  pafw 
As  rain  on  meadows,  newly  mown, 
So  {ball  he  fend  his  influence  down; 
His  grace  on  fainting*  fouls  diftils, 
Like  heav'nly  dew  on   thirily   hills. 
The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  fhades  of  overfpreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  firft  dawning  light, 
And  defarts  blooming  at  the  fight. 
The  faints  fhall  flout  ifh  in  his  days, 
Dreft  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praiie; 
Peace,  like  a  river  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown; 
PSALM     72.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre, 
Chrijfs  Kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 

JESUS  fhall   reign  where'er  the  fun 
Does  his  fucceffive  journies  run  ; 
His  kingdom  ftretch  irom  fhore  to  fhore. 
Till  moons  fhall  wax  and  wane  no  more; 
[Behold  the  nations  with  their  kings  ; 
There  Europe  her  heft  tribute  biings  ; 
From  north  to  fouth  their  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 
There  Perfia,  glorious  to  behold, 
And  India  fhines  in  eaftern  gold  ; 
While  Wtftern  empires  own  their  Lord 
And  lavage  tubes  attend  his  word.] 
For  him  {hail  endlefs  praver  be  made* 
And  endiefs  praifes  crown  his  head  ; 
?fa  name,  like  lw;:et   perfume  fha  11  rife, 
With  ev'rv  xnyrning  faoifke, 


154         P  S  A  L  M      LXXIII. 

5  People  and  realms  of  ev'ry  tongue 

Dwell  on  his  love  with  fweeteif.  fong  J 
And  infant  v.oices  fhall  proclaim 
Their   cariy   blelfings  on  his  name. 

6  BlrfTings   abound  where'er  he  reigns 
The  joyful  piis'ner  burfts  his  chains  ; 
The    weary  find  eternal  idf, 
And  all   the  fons  of  want  are  bleft. 

-f   [Where  he  displays  his  healing  power, 
.    Death  and  theturfe  are' kr. own  no  more; 
In   l:im    he  tribes  of  Adam   boaft 
More  be  flings  than  their  father  loft. 
8  Lei  ev'ry  creature  rile  and  briig, 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King  ; 
Angels  deicend    with  fong    3gam, 
And    eanh   le   cas    he   loud  amcn,J 

PSALM     73.     Firjl   Part.     Common  Metre;  1 

Afpi'led  Saints  happy,    and   profperous  Sinners  curje 
1     \  |OW   I'm  c->u\ii.c'd  tiie  Lord  is  kind 
1^1      To   men  of  hean   Gncere, 
Ye;    once  my  foolifh  th   u^hts  repin'd, 
And  border  d  on    defpair. 
a  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  wicked  ihrive, 
A;.d  fpeke  wich  angry  brea-h, 
*'  How  p'eafant  and  profane  they  live! 
"  How    peaceful     s    dieir  death  ! 

3  «  Wi  h   wei!-fed  9efh  and  haughty  eyes 

"  They  lay  their   tears  to  D.cd  ; 
«  AgatnH  the  heav'ns  their  (landers  rife, 
<;  S.  hiie  faints  in  (ilence  weep. 

4  "  In   v?.in  I    lift   my   hands  to  pray, 

':  And  clean'e  my  heart  in  vain  ; 
"  F01    I  am  chadntd  all  thr  d>y. 
"  The  niofit   renews  mv  pain.'' 

5  Yet  while  my  tongue  inciu'gd  complaints, 

I   felt  my  ncart  reprove; 
44  Sure   I    (nail   thus  offend   t   y  faiuts, 
M  And  grieve  the  mea  I  love." 


PSALM     LXXIII.  l5J 

5  But  ftill  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard, 
The  cri.flic!  too  ipvere; 
'Till  I  retir'd  10  fearch  thy  word, 
And  learn  thy  fecrets  there. 
i  There  os  in  f<me  prophetic  glafs, 
I  few  th    Tinner's  Feet 
High  mo   n;ed  on  a  flipp'ry  place 
Befide  a  fierv  pit. 
t  I  ruord  :.c  wretch  profanely  boaft, 
'Till  ai  thy  trown  he  tell ; 
Hi"-  honours  in  a  dr^am  were  loft, 
And  he  awakes  in  hell. 
I  Lord     *    at  an  envious  fool  I  was  I 
Hov-  like  a  tnoughile  s  beafi  ! 
Thus  to  fufp.-ct  thv  promis'd  grace, 

Ann  think  the  wicked  bleft. 
o  Ye    I  was  kept  from  full  defpair 

Up   eM  bv  pow'i  unknown  ; 
Tru;    birffed  hand  that  broke  the  faare 
S   .11  guide  me  to  thv  throne. 

'SALM  73.  Vtr.  23 — 28  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
God  our  Portion  here  and  hereafter. 

G!  )D,   mv  fupporter  2nd  my  hope, 
My   heln  forever  near, 
Th'    p  arm  of  mercy  he'd  me  up 

When  fii  king  in  de'p»ir 
Thy  coume's,  Lord,  fhall  guide  my  feet 

h'o'  life's  bevvilder'd  race; 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  fear, 

To  dweli  before  thy  fa^e. 
Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 

'Two  dd   be  no  joy  to  me  : 
And  whii'r  thic  earth  is  my  abode, 

!    on  ,  for  none  but  thee. 
What  if  the  fprings  of  hfe  werebroke$ 

And  fl.fh'and  heart  fhould  faint, 
God  is  my  foul's  eternal  rock, 

The  ftrength  of  evVy  faint. 


156  P  S  A  L  M     LXXI1I. 

5  Behold  the  fmners  that,  remove 

Far  from  thv  preience  die; 
Not  all  the  idol-gods  they  love 
Can  lave  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God 

Shall  be  my  fweet  employ; 
My  tongue  (hall  faund  thy  \  orks  abroad, 
And  teil  the  world  my  joy. 

PSALM  73.  Ver.  21,  3,6,  17—20.  Long  Metr 
The  Pref perky  of  fmners  cvrfed. 

1      "    ORD,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I, 
\~j  To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine 
To  fee  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high, 
In  piide  and  robes  of  honour  lnine. 

a  But  Oh  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  ! 
Thy  fanttuary  taught  me  fo  : 
On  flipp'ry  rocks  I  fee  them  ftand, 
And  fiery  billows   roll  below. 

3  Now  let  them  boaft  how  tall  they  rife, 
I*ij  never  envy  them  again, 

There  they  may  ftand  with  haughty  eyes, 
Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endlels  pain. 

4  Their  iancy'd  joys  how  faft  they  flee! 
Like  dreams,  as  fleeting  and  as  vain, 
Their  longs  of  fofteft  harmony, 

Are  but  a  prelude  to  tneir  pain. 
I  Now  I  efteem  their  mirth  and  wine, 
Too  dear  to  purchafe  with  my  blood  ? 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God, 

PSALM  73.     Short  Metre. 
The  myflery  of  Providence  unfolded. 
1    QllRK  there's  a  righteous  God, 
O      Nor  is,  religion  vain  ; 
Tho'  men  of  vice  may  boalt  aloud, 
And  men  of  grace  complain. 


PSALM     LXX111.        157 

e  I  Taw  the  wicked  rife, 

And  felt  my  heart  repine, 
While  haughty  fools  with  fcornful  eyes, 
In  robes  of  honour  fhine. 

3  [Pamper'd  with  wanton  eafe, 

Their  flcfh  looks  full  and  fair, 
Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  feas, 
And  grows  without  their  care. 

4  Free  from  the  plagues  and  pains 

That  pious  fouls  endure, 
Thro'  all  their  life  oppreHion  reigns, 
And  racks  the  humble  poor. 

5  Their  impious  tongues  falafpheme 

the  everlafting  God; 
Their  malice  blails  the  good  man's  name, 
And  fpreads  their  lies  abroad. 

6  But  I  with  flowing  tears 

Indulg'd  my  doubts  to  rife; 
"  Is  there  a  God  that  fees  or  hears 
"  The  things  below  the  ikies  ?"] 

7  The  tumult  of  my  thought 

Held  me  in  hard  fufpenfe, 
Till  to  thy  houfe  my  feet  were  brought 
To  learn  thy  juftice  thence. 
$  Thy  word  with  light  and  pow'r, 
Did  my  miftake  amend ; 
I  visw'd  the  fmners  life  before, 

Buthere  1  learnt  their  end.  ' 

9  On  what  aflipp'ryfteep 

The  thoughtlefs  wmches  go ; 
And  Oh  !  that  dreadful  fiery  "deep 
That  waits  their  fall  below! 
U©  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine : 
I  call  my  God  my  portion'now, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine, 
G 


j;8  PSALM     LXX1V. 

PSALM     74.     Common  Metre. 
The  Church  p'eading  with  Gcd  urderfore  Ptrfavtiora 

1  II        I  L  L  G    d  tor  ever  Cbii  us  orii 

W     His  wrath  for  ever  fmoke 
Agamft  the  people  of  his  love, 
H is  little  choien  flock  ? 

2  Thinkof  the  tribfs  fo  dearly  b:>cght 

Wi-h  tleii  Rede.  mer\>  blood; 
Nor  let  thy  Sion  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  gloiy  ftood. 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  maich  in  hafte. 

Aloud  our  ruin  calls; 
See  what-  a  wild  and  fearful  wade 
Is  marie  within  thy  walls. 

4  Where  onceth\  cuichrs  pray'd  and  fang 

I  I  v  ioes  profanely  rage; 
Amid  thy  ga;es  their  tnfigns  hang, 

And  r.bere  "m  ir  nofts  (  ngage. 
A  How  are  tbe  feats  of  worfhio  boke? 

They  teai  the  buifdiogsdovvh 
And  h-.hat  deals  the  Lesvieil  ifroke, 

Pr-ocurestbe  chief  renown. 

6  With  flames  they  H  >ea;oi  to  dcftroy 

Thy  childien  in  their  reft; 
Cotnele!  us  burn  at  oner,  they  cry, 
1  he  ernple  and  ihe  p-icit, 

7  Ard  ftili  to  heighten  r-u^  diftrefa 

Thy  pveler.ee  .s  wirl  drawn  ; 
Th>   wonted  ligos  of  f'-ov.  'rpnd  grace, 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace  are  gone, 

8  Ne>  prophet  f  peaks  to  calm  our  grief, 

But  all  »*j  filence  moiua  ; 
Nor  kiww  the  trmes  of  our  relief 
The  houi  of  thy  return* 
Pause. 
q  How  loncj.  eternal  God,  how  long, 
Shall  men  o\  pride  b'apheme? 
Shell  faints  be  made  then  endlefs  forg, 
And  bear  immortal  fhame  ? 


PSALM     LXXV.  159 

IO  Canft  thou  for  ever  fit  and  hear 
Thine  holy  name  prolan'd  ? 
And  Hill  thv  jeaiouiy  forbear, 
And  ftill  whhold  '  hine  nand  ? 
IS   Vfhat  ftrange  deliv'rance  halt  thou  fhowft 
In  ages  long  beion  ? 
And  now  no  other  God  we  own, 
No  other  God  adore 
l£  Tnou  did'.t  divide  tile  raging  fea 
B\  thy   refili  leis  might. 
To  rn^ke  thy  tribes  a  wo«  d'rous  way,. 
And  then  fecuie  their  fltghr. 

13  Is  not  the  world  ot  naiure  thine, 

The  darkuefc  and  ;r.e  day  ? 
Didft    hou  not  bid  the  morning  fhine-j 
And  maik  the  (un  his  way  ? 

14  Hath  not  thy  pow'r  form'd  ev'ry  coafty 

And  let  me  tana  its  bo  ind; 
With  fu.nmet's  "ear  and  win  e  's  fxoft, 
In  their  peipe  ua!  rounds  ? 

15  And  thall  the  ions  or  earth  and  cuft 

Thai  lacred  pow't  b!  'pneme? 
Will     o.  ',hy  h-nd  that  form'd  thrnafirft 
Avenge  thine  injui'd  ncrr,    ? 

16  Think  on  thecov'nant  thou  baft  made, 

And  ali  ihy  words  of  love; 
Nor  let  the  birds  oi  piey  invade 
And  vex  thy  trembling  dove. 
7  Our  foes  would  l   iumph  in  our  blood, 
And  make  our  h   pe  their  jut  j 
Plead  thine  owncauie,  almighty  Gcd. 
And  give  thy  children  reft 

P  S    \   L  M      75.     Long  Metre. 
Praife  to  Gcd  for  ih:  Return  cj ''P^ace, 

TO  tnee,   moii  liign  and  holy  GodT, 
To  tnee  our  thankful  hearts  wcraife* 
Thy  works  declare  thy  name  abroad, 

Thy  wond'ious  works  demand  our  praife. 
G  « 


^60        PSALM  LXXVI. 

«  To  flav'ry  doom'd  thy  chofen  fons 
Beheld  theirfoes  triumphant  rife; 
And  fore  oppreft  by  earthly  thrones, 
They  fougnt  the  Sov'reign  of  the  fkies. 

3  '  Twas  then  great  God,  with  equal  pow'r, 

Arofe  thy  veng'ance  and  thy  grace, 
Tofigpyrge  their  legions  from  the  fhore, 
And  fave  the  rem'nant  of  thy  race. 

4  Thy  hand  thatform'd  the  refilcfs  main, 

And  rear'd  the  mouniain's  awful  head, 
Bade  r<:ginj/  leas  their  courfe  rtllrain, 
And  defert  wi  ds  receive  their  dead. 

5  Such  wonders  never  come  by  chance, 

Nor  can  the  winds  fuch  bleffings  blow; 
'Tis  God  th.  judge  doth  once  advance, 
*Tis  God  that  lays  another  low. 

6  Let  haughty  tyrants  (ink  their  pride, 

Nor  lift  fo  high  their  icornful  head  ; 
But  la\  their  impious  thoughts  aftde, 
And  own  the  empire  God  hath  made, 
PSALM     76.     Common    Metre. 
Jj'raelfavcd.  and the  AJJyrians  dcflroyed;  or,   God's  Vt** 

geance  agahji  An  Enemies  proceeds  from  hit  Chunb* 
I    I  N  Judali  God  oi  old  was  known; 
X     His  name  in  Ifrael  great; 
In  Salem  ftood  his  holy  throne, 
And  Siwi  was  his  feat. 
%  Among  the  praifes  of  his  faints, 
His  dwelling  there  he  chofe; 
There  he  receiv'd  their  jull  complaint*, 
Againft  their  haughty  foes. 

3  From  Sion  went  his  dreadful  word, 

And  broke  the  threat'ning  fpear; 
The  bow,  the  arrows,  and  the  fword, 
And  crufh'd  th'  Affyrian  war. 

4  What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  elf* 

But  mighty  hills  of  pray  ? 
The  hill  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 
Is  glorio  0$  more  than  tbey% 


PSAL  M    LXXVII.         161 

5  'Twas  Sion's  king  that  ftopp'd  the  breath 

Of  captains  and  their  bands  : 
The  men  of  might  ft  ep  faft  in  death, 
That  quells  their  warlike  hands.. 

6  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacobs  God, 

Both  horfe  and  chariots  fell  i 
"Who  knows  the  terrors.of  thy  rod  1 

Thy  veng'ance  who  can  tell  ? 
y  What  pow'r  can  (land  before  thy  fight, 

When  once  thy  wrath  appears  ? 
When  heav'n  fhines  round  with  dreadful  light, 

The  earth  adores  and  fears. 
g  When  God  in  his  own  fov'reign  ways 

Comes  down  to  fave  the  opprelt, 
The  wrath  of  man  fhall  work  his  praife, 

And  he'Jl  reibainthe  reft 

9  [Vows  to  the  Lord  and  tribute'bring, 

Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown  ; 
His  terrors  fhake  the  proudeft  king, 
And  fmite  his  armies  down. 

10  The  thunder  of  his  fharp  rebuke 

Our  haughty  foes  fhall  feel ; 
for  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forfook, 

But  dwells  in  Sion  ftill.J 
PSALM    77.     Firji  Part.    Common  Metre, 
Melancholy  ajjaulting,  and  Hope  Prevailing. 

1  HpO  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice, 

•*■     I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  fad  hour  when  trouble  rofe, 
And  fili'd  my  heari  with  fc^r. 

2  Sad  .were  my  days,  and  daik  my  nights, 

My  foul  refus'd  relief; 
I  thought  on  Geo,  the  juft  and  wife, 
But  thoughts  incr?^:c:  my  grief. 
g  Still  1  compiain'd  and  ftill  opprcrt, 
My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  thy  wrath  forbade  me  ictt, 
And  kept  mine  eyes  awake. 
G3 


162         PSALM     LXXVII. 

4  My  overwhelming  farrows  grew, 

'Till  i  could  (peak  no  more; 
Then  I  within  myfclf  withdrew, 

And  call  tny  judgments  o'er.  * 

5  I  call'd  back  years  and  ancient  times 

When  I  beheld  thy  face} 
My  fpirit  fearch'd  for  fecret  crimes 

That  might 'withhold  thy  grace.  . 

€  I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  hand 
Which  I  enjoy'd  before; 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind ; 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  Will  he  forever  caft  me  off? 

His  promife  ever  fail? 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  lore  ? 
Shall  anger  P.iil  prevail  ? 

8  But  I  forbid  this  hopelefs  thought, 

This  dark  defpairing  frame, 
Remem'bring  what  thy  h'and  hath  wrought; 
Thy  hand  is  ftiiJ  the  fame. 

9  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 

And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
Thy  v.onders  of  recov'ring  grace, 
When  flefh  could  hope  no  more, 
to  Grace  dwelt  with  juftice  on  the  throne; 
And  men  tha:  love  thy  word 
Have  in  thy  fancluary  known 
The  counlels  of  the  Lord. 
PSALM  77.  SeamdPa-t.  Common  Metre. 
Lomjort  derived  from  ancient  Providence;  or,  Ifracl  dc 

Hlwredjxm  ig.pt.  and  brought  to  Canaan. 
O  W  awiul  is  thy  chaH'niwg  rodl 
"(May  thy  own  children  fay) 
"  The  great,  ihe  wife,  the  d.eadful  God! 
"  How  holy  is  his  way!" 
3   I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old, 
,  Who  reigns  in  heav'n  above, 
I'll  hear  his  ancient:  wonders  told, 
Aod  iearn  to  truft  his  love 


PSALM     LXXVIII.        163 

3  He  faw  the  houfe  of  Jofeph  He 
With  Egypt's  yoke  oppreft  ; 
Long  he  dcJay'd  to  hear  their  cry, 
Nor  gave  his  people  reft. 
a  The  fons  of  pious  Jacob  feem'd 
Abandon'd  to  their  foes; 
But  his  almighty  arm  redeemed 
The  nation  whom  he  chofe. 
5  From  flavifh  chains  he  fets  them  free 
They  follow  where  he  calls; 
He  bade  them  venture  thro'  the  fea, 
'    And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 

6  The  waiers  faw  thee,  mighty  God, 

The  waters  faw  thee-come  ; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  flood, 
To  make  thine  armies  room. 

7  Strange  was  thy  journey  thro'  the  fea, 

Thy  iootfteps.  Lord,  unknown  ; 
Teirois  attend  the  wbnd'ious  way 
That  brings  thy  mercies  down. 

8  [Thy  voice  with  terror  in  the  found 

Thro''  elouds  and  darknefs  bnAe  ; 
All  heav'n  in  lightning  fhone  around, 
And  earth  with  thunder  (hook. 

9  Thine  an  ows  thro'  the  fky  were  hurl'd, 

How  glorious  is  the  Lord  ! 
Surprile  and  tremb'lii rg  feiz*d  the  world, 
And  all  his  faints  ador'd. 

10  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock; 

And  fate  by  Moles'  fraud, 
Thro'  a  dry  deiart  led  his  flock 
To  Canaan's  promis'd  land  j 
-P  S   A   L   M     78.     Firfi  Part    Common  Metre. 
Providence  of  God  recorded ;  or,  Pious  Education  and 

Injhuclion  of  Children. 
J    T    LT  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
*-*  Which  God  per^orm'd  or  old  ; 
WThich  in  our  younger  years  we  faw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 
G4 


1<54      PSALM    LXXVIII. 

a   He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known  ; 
His  works  of  power  and  grace  ; 
And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 
Thro'  ev'ry  rifing  race. 

3  Our  lips  (hall  telf  them  to  our  fons, 

•And  they  again  to  theirs, 
That  genera! ions  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  fhall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  fecurely  (lands, 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
But  praclife  his  commands. 
PSALM     78.     Second  Part.     Common  Metre. 
Jfrael's  Rebellion  and  Puniftment ;    or,   the  Sins  and 

Chaftifcmrnts  cf  Gad's  People* 
*    (^V*  what  a  ftiff  rebellious houfe 
V^/  Was  Jacob's  ancient  race ! 
falfe  to  their  own  molt  folemn  vows, 
And  to  their  Maker's  grace, 
a  They  broke  the  cov'nant  of  his  love, 
And  did  his  laws  defpife, 
Forgot  the  works  he  wrought  to  prove 
His  pow'r  before  their  eyes. 

3  They  favw  the  plagi.es  en  Egypt  light 

From  his  avenging  hand  : 
What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  the  flubborn  land. 

4  They  law  him  cleave  the  mighty  fea, 

And  march'd  with  fafety  through, 
With  uat'rv  walls  to  guard  their  way, 
'I  ill  they  had  'fcap'd  the  foe. 
£  A  wond'rous  pillar  mark'd  the  road, 
Compoa'd  of  fhade  a^d  light; 
By  day  it  prov'd  a  flieh'rirg  cloud, 
A  leading  fire  by  night. 
6  He  from  the  rock  their  tbirA  fupply'd; 
The  gufbmg  waters  flow'd, 
And  run  in  rivers  by  their  fide, 
Along  the  defari  roed. 


PSALM     LXXVIIT.         16'f 

7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  moft  high, 

.  nd  dar'd  dillruU  his  hand  ; 
"  Can  tie  with  bread  our  hoft  fupply 
h  .Amidft  this  barren  land  ?" 

8  The  Lord  with  indignation  heard, 

And  caus'd  his  wrath  to  flame; 
His  terrots  everftand  prepar'd 

To  vindicate  his  name. 
PS      LM  78'     Tab  i  Part.     Common  Metre.  - 
Thc'Pumjhne:it  of.  Luxury  and  Intemperance;  ©r,  Chafi 

tifement  and  Salvation. 
!    *  T  THEN    1  ra'l  finn  d  the  Lo;  d  r-prov'd, 
VV  nd  fill'd  their  hearts  with  dread  ; 

Yet  he  forgave    he  men  he  lov'd, 
*nd  feni  them  heav'niy  bread. 
a  He    fed  therr  wit  1  a  liberal  hand, 
And  made  h^s   reafures  known 
He  gavet  le  mid-'mgHi  $  ads  :..;m.n  iivl 
To  pour  ;>  bvifion  do  vrn. 

3  The  manna  'like  a  morning  fhow'r. 

Lay  thick  around  their  teetj 
The  food  oj  heav'a,  lo  light,  fo  pure,- 
As  tao'  'twere  angels  meat. 

4  But  they  in  murmV.ng  language  faid, 

44  Is  manna  all  --ur  !<gaft  ?  '. 
«  We  loatn  this  light,  this  airy  bread; 
M  We  muft  have  ilefh  to  taite." 

5  «  Ye  fha':l  have  fleth  to  pleafe  y«.ur  luft," 

1  he  Lord  in  wrath  reph  '•&, 
And  tent  them  quails  like  farid  or  duft, 
Heap*d  up  On  evVy  fide. 

6  He  gave  them  a.;i  thei.  own  delire; 

And  gre  av  as  they  fed, 
His  vengeai  ce  bunt  with  fecrit  fire, 
And  ftnote  the  rebeli  dead 

7  When.  Ipme  iwer«  (lam the  reft  retun'dj 

And  foa&rk  the  Lord  tfith  tears.; 
Under  the  rod  thej  ie  -'d  &aa  mourn'd, 
But  foon  forgot  their  Icurs. 
-     G5 


t66        P  S  A  L  M      LXXVHI. 

$  Oft  lie  chafiis'd,  and  ftill  forgave, 
'1  ill  by  his  gracious  hand 
The  nations  he  refolv'd  to  lave, 
Poffefs'd  the  promis'd  Jand. 

PSALM  78.  Ver.  32..  &c.   Fourth  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Backpdhg  and-Forgkcnef  ;  or,  Sin  puni/hed  and 
Saints  faved. 
*    C\K  E  A  T  God*   hnw  Oft  did  Ifra'l  prove 

V-X  By  turns  thine  anger,  and  thy  hove  ? 

There  in  a  glafs  our  hearts  rnay  fee 

How  fickJe  and  how  falfe  they  be, 
»  How  foon  the  faithlefs  Jews  forgot 

The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought  I 

Then  they  piovok'd  him  to  his  face, 

Nor  feaTd  his  powV,  nor  truft  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord confum'd  their  >earsin  pain, 
And  made  theii  travels  long  and-vain; 
A  tedious  march  thro'  unknown  ways 
Wore  out  the,r  firength,  and  fpent  their  day*. 

4  Oft  when  they  faw  their  brethren  flain, 
They  mourn'd  and  fought  the  Lord  again  ; 
Call'd  htm  the  rock  of  their  abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

$  Their  pray'rs  and  vows  before  him  rife 

As  flatt'rmg  words  or  folemn  lies, 

While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 

Falfe  to  his  covenant  and  his  love, 
i  Yet  could  his  fov'reign  grace  forgive 

The  men  who  ne'er  deferv'd  to  live  { 

His  anger  oft  away  he  turn'd, 

Or  elfe  with  gentie  flame  it  burn'd. 

He   faw  their  fkfh  was  weak  and  frail, 
He  faw  temprar  ions  ftill  prevail; 
The  God  of  Abrah'm  Jov'd  thera  ftill, 
Aad  kd  them  to  hit  holy  hill. 


FSALM    LXXTX,  LXXX     i6f 

PSALM     79,     Long  Metre* 

For  the  Dijltefs  ojWar. 

t  T)EHOLD,  O  God,  what  cruel  foes, 
I  J  Thy  peaceful  heritage  invade  j 
Thy  holy  temple  ftands  defil'd, 
In  dull  thy  facred  walls  are  laid. 
2  Wide  o'er  the  vallies,  drench'd  in  blood* 
Thy  people  fall'n  in  death  remain  ; 
The  fowls  of  heav'n  their  flefh  dtvour, 
And  favage  beafts  divide  the  flain. 

3  Th'  infulting  foes,  with  impious  rage, 
Reproach  thy  children  to  their  face; 

"  Where  -is  your  God  of  boafted  pow'r* 
"  And  where  the  promiie  of  his  grace-5' 

4  Deep  from  the  prifon's  horrid  glooms, 
©h  hear  the  mournful  captives  figh, 
And  let  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  reprieve, 
The  trembling  fouls  condemned  to  die. 

&  Let  thofe,  who  dar'd  infult  thy  reign, 
Return  difmay'd  with  endiefs  fhame,_ 
While  heathens,  who  thy  grace  defpife. 
Shall  from  thy  veng'ance  learn  thy  name* 

6  So  fhall  thy  children,  freed  from  deaih, 
Eternal  fongs  of  honour  raife, 
And  ev'ry  future  age  fhall  tell, 
Thy  fov'reign  pow'r  and  parading  grace; 

PSALM     80.     Long  Metre. 
7 he  Church's  Pjayer  under  Affiiltim  j  or,  The  Vineyard 

of  God  ujAJled;' 
l    {~>   R  E  A  T   fhephe  d  of  thine  Ifracl, 
\JJ  Wh®  didlt  between  the  cherubs  dwellj 
And  lead  the  tribes,  thy  chosen  fheep, 
Safe  thro'  thedefert  an  i  the  deep  ;. 
8    Thy  church  is  in  fie  defert  Lord, 
Shine  from  on  high,  aud  light  afford  1 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  lhall  be  fav'ri  and  figh  no  more. 


l6s  PSALM    LXXX. 

6  Great  God,  whom  heav'nly  hods  obey., 
How  long  (hall  we  lament   and  pray  ? 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  fhall  thy  fiercevanger  burn  ? 

4  Inftead  of  wine  and  cheerful  bread, 
Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhall  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more, 

Pause    i. 
5  Haft  thou  not  planted  with  thy  hands 

A  lovely  vine  in  heathen  lands? 
Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 
And  heav'nly  dews  enrich  the  ground  ? 

<5  How  did  the  fpreacring  branches  (hoot. 
And  blefs  the  nations  with  the  fruit; 
But  now,  dear,  Lord,  look  down  and  fee 
Any  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree. 

7  Why  is  her  beauty  thus  defae'd, 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wafte  ? 
grangers  and  foes againtt  her  join, 
And  ev'ry  beaft  devours  the  vine. 
#  Return,  almighty  God,  return; 

JVor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn  : 
*  u™  US  t0  th^.thv  love  reftore, 
We  (hall  be  fav'd  and  f,gh  no  more. 

Pause     2. 

9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew, 

7  hou  waft  it,  flrengr i,  and    lo    *   ' 
Attack'd  m  vain  by  a!.     <  foes, 

Till  the  (air  Branch  of  promife  rofe. 

10  Fair  Branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  (hoot 

Himfelf  a  nobler  Vine,  and  we 
The  le(T?r  branches  of  the  tree. 


PSALM    LXXXI.  169 

n  »Tis  thy  own  Son;  and  he  fhaW  ftand 
Girc  with  thy  itrength  at  thy  "jht  hands 
Thy  firft-borr.  Son,  adom'd  and  blcit 
With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reft. 

12  Oh  !  tor  his  fake  attend  our  cry, 
Shine  on  thy  churches  kftthey  die: 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  rettore, 
We  (hall  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more. 

PSALM    8t.     Ver.   1,8,-; 6.   Short  Metre. 

The  Warning  of  God  to  his   People;  or,  Spiritual  Blef- 
"jmgs  and  Punijhments. 

1    Q  1  N  G  to  the  Lord  aloud, 
O      And  make  a  joytui  noife  ; 
God  is  our  ttrength,  our  Saviour  God ; 
Let  lfra'l  hear  his  voice. 
£  tt  From  idols  falfe  and  vain, 
"   Prefcrve  my  rites  divine  ; 
*<  I  am  the  Lord  who  broke  thy  chain 
«  Ot  fldv'ry  and  of  fin. 
3  ««  Stretch  thy  dcfires  abroad, 

«   And  I'll  fuppiy  them  well, 
"  But  if  >e  wii.  rcfufc  your  God, 
«  If  lfra'l  will  rebel; 
^  «  I'll  leave  them,  faith  the  Lord, 
"   Io  their  own  lulls  a  prey, 
*'  And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  road, 
11  'Tis  their  own  chofen  way. 
e  «   Yet  Oh  !  that  all  ray  faints 

««  Would  hearken  t«  my  voice  ! 
"  Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  complaints* 
"  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 
6  m  While  I  deftroy  their  foes, 
M  I'll  richly  feed  my  flock, 
«  And  they  (hall  tafte  the  llream  that  flo'VS 
**  From  their  eternal  Rock." 


'70    PSALM    LXXXH,    LXXXIIT. 

f>  j  ,   ,PSALM  8a-     ^ng  Metre 
GodthefupremcG^mor  ,or,  JM^>flto  aWBftft 
AMONG  th»  affemblie s  of  tthe  great 
4XrA,  grAatC1  ruler  "k«  his  feat; 

Tho.e  gods  on  earth  and  all  their  ways. 

Or  \W1r  yC  frameoPP^five  laws? 
Ur  why  fupporr,  th'  unrighteous caufe  ! 

tLTZ    ye  once  defcnd  the  *">*. 

1  hat  foes  may  vex  the  faints  no  more  ? 
3   Ihey  know  not,  Lord,  nor  Will  they  know  l 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  ™  • 

Their  name  ofed,thiy  god,  is  vain 
For  they  ftalJ  fall  andgdiehkean;^ 

4P  /r  ?L°rd'andletthySon 
Poffcfs  his  univerfal  throne, 

He  u  cur  Judge,  and   he  our  God. 


P  S  A  L  M     83.  Short  Metre. 

A  A  complaint  agafnft  Perfecutors* 

ND  will  the  Gcd  of  grace 
Perpetual  hience  keep? 
The  God  of  Jufticc  hold  h.s  peace. 
And  Jet  his  vengeance  fUp! 
1  Behold  what  curfed  fibres 

Tncmenormii.hiefipread; 
The  m,n  that  ha*  thy  fa.„„  and  tbcc» 
i-'ft  up  their  threading  htacj 
3    AgainU  thy  hidden  ones, 

Their  cduftfefe  they  employ, 

AndT'3nc,  wi:h  her  watchful  eye 
Furiucs  then:  ,  ' 

4  "  Come  Jet  us  join,  the  very, 

T>lJnotthenameoffau.tsrtmajn 
Nor  mem'ry  lhail  be  famd  2* 


PSALM    LXXXIV.  17 

;  Awake,    Mmighry  God, 

And  call  thy  wrath  to  mind  ; 
-Give  them  like  forefts  to  the  firej 
Or  ltuLble  to  the  wind. 
>  Convince  their  madnefs,   Lord, 

And  make  them  feek  thy  name," 
Or  elfe  their  ftubborn  rage  confound* 
That  they  may  die  in  fhame. 
j  Then  mail  the  nations  know 
Thy  glorious  dreadful  word, 
Jehovah  is  thy  name  a  one, 
And  thou  the  lov 'reign  Lord* 

PSALM  84:     Firji  Part.    Long  Metre. 
The  Plea  fun  of  Public  Worjhip, 
OW  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair, 


•m 


Lord  of  hofts,  thy  dwellings  arc, 
With  long  defire  my   fpirit  faints, 
To  meet  i-h'  afftmbiies  of  thy  faints* 

1  My  flefh  would  reft  in  thine  abode  ; 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 
My  God  !  my  King!  why  fhould  I  be 
So  far  fiom  all  my  joys  and  thee. 

>  The  fparrow  choofes  where  to  reft, 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  neft  J 
But  will  my  God  to  fparrows  grant 
That  pleafure  which  his  children  want? 

1  Bleft  are  the  faints  who  fit  on  high, 
Around  thy  throre,  above  the  fky ; 
Thy  brighteft  glories  ihine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praifeand  love* 

j  Bleft  are  the  fouls  who  find  a  place 
"Within  the    emple  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  to  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  feek  thy  face  aad  learn  thy  praife* 


172         PSALM     LXXXIV. 

6  Bleflare  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fct 
ft  •            To  find  ■  he  way  to  Sinn's  gate  ; 

God  is  their  ftrerigth  ;  and  tliro'the  road 
.  They  lean  upon  then  helper,  God. 

7  Cheerful  thev  walk  with  growing  firenwth, 
Till  ail  fh^ll  meet  in  heav'n  at  length  } 
Till  all  before  rhv  face  appear, 

-And  j->iii  in  nobler  worlhip  there. 

PSALM    84.    Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
God  and  hh     hurch  ;  or.   Grace  and. Glory, 

*  f"^  RLA  T  God  attend  while  Sion  lings 

\~?     I'he  joy  that  from  toy  prefence  fpriogi  ;   I 
t   i  T<>  tpecd  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 

Ex  e.-ds  a  thouiand  days  of  mirth. 

*  Might  ;  enjoy  the  mean  ft  place 

^  Within  ih>  houfe.  O  God  <  f  grace, 
No:  tents  of  eaie  n  >r  thrones  of  power 
Shouid  tempt  my  feei  to  leave  thy  door/ 
3  God  is  our  fun,  he  make*  our  day  ; 
God  \s  oar  ihit  id    he  guards  our  way. 
From  all  tn'aff&ults  of  hell  and  On, 
From  foe*  without  and  fbes  within., 
4  All  needful  g.ace  will  God  bellow, 
And  crown  ti  at  grace  with  glory  too  : 
He  gltfes  M5  ail  things,  and  vwth-hokls 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouis. 
.      &  O  G.d,  oui  Kiig,  whofe  fov'reign  fway 
The  giorious  h  >fts  of  heav'n  obey, 
And  devils  at  rn  prefeoce  flee, 
BleU  is  the  ir.™  thai  touts  in  thee. 

PSALM    g4.     Ver.i,  ft*  g,  10< 
I      r»    •  Paraph rn j* d  '••''  Common   Metre. 

Might  in  Ordinances  tfWetJkiff  or,  GHfrefai  In 
his  Chun/as. 

'    *    iVf  Y  Snu!  h"v''  lovc,5'  7i  the  Place 
^VX   To  ^h»cb  thv  God  reioits! 
Tis  heav'n  to  lee  his  fmiling 
Thy'  ijj  his  earthly  courts. 


PSALM    LXXXIV.         173 

2  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  flues 
His  faving  pow'r  difplays, 

And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gilts  the  heav'nly  Dove 
Defcends  and  fills  the  place, 

Whilft  Chrift  reveals  his  wondVous  love 
A  lid  fheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 
The  fecrets  of  thy  will : 

And  ftill  we  feek  thy  mercies  there, 
And  fing  thy  praifes  ilrll. 

P    A    U*  S    E. 

$  My  heart  and  flefh  cry  out  for  thee, 
Whilft  far  from  thine  abode; 
When  fhall  I  tread  thy  courts  and  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God? 

6  The  fparrow  builds  herfelf  a  neft, 
And  fuffers  no  remove; 
O  make  me  like  the  fparrows  bleft, 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love  ! 

1  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye,_ 
And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employ 'd  in  carnal  joys. 

8  Lord  at  thy  threfhold  I  would  wait/; 
•  While  Jefus  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  ftate 
Among  the  tents  of  fin. 

g  Could  I  command  the  1'paciousland, 
And  the  more  boundieis  fea, 
lor  one  bleft  hour  at  thy  right  hand 
I'd  give  them  bcth  away, 


174         PSALM     LXXXIV. 
PSALM    84,     As  the  i48th  Pfalm, 
LcngirgfoT  the  Houje  of  God. 
1    '       O  R  D  of  the  worlds  above, 
X-J  How  pleafant  and  how  fair 
7'he  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  earthiy  temple?  are; 
To  thine  abode        ~* 
M>  heart  afpires 

With  warm  defires  ~h 

To  fee  my  God. 

2  The  fpatrow  for  her  young 
With  pica  ure  feeks  hei  ncft, 
And  wand'ring  ("wallows  long 
To  fi'id  their  wonted  reft  ; 
My  fpirir  faints 
Withtcjual  zeal 
To  rife  and  dwell 
Among  thy  faints. 
3  O  happy  fouls  that  pray, 
Whf  re  God  acpoints  to  hear  ! 

0  happv  men  that  pav 

1  heir  conftant  iervice  there  ! 
They  piaifethee  ftiii  ; 
And  happy  they 

That  love  the  way 
To  Sion's  hill, 
4  Trteygo  from  firength  to  ftrengtb. 
1  hi  o' this  daikvafl  of  tears, 
1  ill  each  arrives  at  kngih, 
Till  each  in  heav\i  appears; 
O  glorious  frat 
When  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  brino- 
Our  willing  ftf  t  ! 
5  To  'pend  one  facr^d  day, 
Whin-  God  auu  faints  abide, 
AfloT.is  d'vmer  joy 
Than  thoufand  days  befide  : 


PSALM     LXXXV.         17; 

Where  God  reforts, 

I  love  it  rrv  re 

To  keep  the  door 

Than  fhiiie  in  courts. 
God  is  or.r  fun  and  fh<e!d, 
Onr  light  and  our  defence,; 
With  gilts  our  hands  are  fi'l'd  ; 
We  draw  our  bleflings  thence  i 

He  'hali  bellow 

On  Jacob's  race 

Peculiar  grace- 
An  d  g'ory  too. 
The  Lord  his  people  loves; 
Hit  Wand  no  g  od  withholds 
From  tt  ofe  his  heart  approves, 
Frcm  pure  and  pious  fouls; 

Thrice  happy  he, 

O  God  of  hofts, 

Whole  fpirit  trufts 

Alone  in  thee- 
SAL  M  85.  Vet.  1 ,  8.  Fhf,  Fart    Lorg  "vletre. 
'aiting  for  an  Avfwer  to  Prayer,  or,  DdxuranU  fo> 
gun  qk d  completed. 
CRD,  thou  haft -cat I'd  ih)  grace  to  mind, 

_>  Thou  haft  revers'd  our  heavy  doom  . 
So  God  forgave  when  [fra'l  fmr.'d, 
And  brought  his  wand'ring  captives  home, 
Tliou  halt  begun  to  fet  lis  free, 
And  made  thy  fierceft  wrath  abate; 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  thy  falvaiion  be  complete. 
Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 
And  let  try  faints  in  thee  rejoicej 
Make  known  thy  truth,  furfil  thy  word. 
We  v.ii  for  pra::c  to  tur,e  our  voice. 
We  wait  t;>  bear  what  God  will  fay  ; 
He'll  fpeak,  and  ^ive  bis  peoj  le  peace  : 
But  let  thtm  run  no  rno-e  a  fir  ay  9 
Left  his  returning  wrath  iiicreafe. 


1 7*     PSALM     LXXXV,  LXXX\. 

PSALM  85.  Ver.  3,  &c.  Second  Part.  Long  A  t 

Saltation  by  Chriji. 
%   O  ALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh 

O  The  louls  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord; 
And  grace  defcen ding  from  on  high, 
Frelh  hopes  of  glory  (hall  afford. 
.  2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Chrift  the  Lo.d  came  down  from  heav 
By  his  obedience  fo  complete, 
Juftice  is  pleas'd  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

3  Now  truth  and  honor  fhall  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  eaith  agai.., 

And  heav'nly  influence  blefs  the  ground 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  rei^n. 

4  His  righteoufnefs  is  gone  before, 
To  give  us  free  accefs  to  God  ; 

Our  wand'ring  feet  fhall  ftray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  iteps  and  keep  the  road. 
PSALM  86.    Her.  8,-73.  Common  Metrt 
A  general  Song  efPraiJe  to  God, 
>     A  MONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
.**.  There's  none  hath  pow'r  divine; 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 
Nor  are  their  works  bke  thine. 

2  The  nations  thou  haft  made  fhail  bring 

J  heir  offerings  round  thy  throne; 
For  thou  alone  doft  u ond'ious  things, 
For  thou  art  God- alone. 

3  Lord,   I  would  walk  with  holy  feet, 

Teach  me  thine  hcav'nly  wa>s, 
And  all  my  wand'ring  thoughts  unite 
Iu  God  my  Fathei's  praiie. 

4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tongue 

Shall  thofe  fweet  wonders  tell, 
How  by  thy  grace  my  finking  foui 
Role  from  the  deeps  of  heJL 


5ALM   LXXXVII,  LXXXVIII.    177 

PSALM     87.     Long  Metre. 
^i  Church  the  Birth  Place  oj  the  Saints ;  or,  Jews  and 
Gentiies  united  in  the  Chrijlian  Church* 

GOD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 
Foundation  for  his  heav'niy  praife; 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  ftill  in  Sion  loves  to  dwell. 
His  mercy  vifits-  ev'ry  houfe 
That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows  J 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  ftay, 
Where  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray. 
What  glories  were  defcrib'd  of  old  ! 
What  wonders  are  in  Sion  told  J 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 
Thy  fame  mall  Tyre  and  Egvpt  kndw, 
Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew  ; 
Angel  and  men  fhall  join  to  fuig 
The  hilt  where  living  waters  fpring. 
When  God  makes  up  his  laft  account 
:lie|Of  natives  m  his  holy  mount, 
Twill  be  an  honour  to  appear 
ks  one  new-born  and  nourifh'd  there* 

PSALM     88.  As  the  113th  Pfalm 
2-ofs  of  Friends >  and  Ab fence  of  divine  Grace* 

OGOD  of  my  falvation  hear 
My  nightly  groan,  my  daily  pray'r, 
That  ftill  employ  my  wafting  breath  j 
vly  foul  declining  to  the  grave, 
mplores  thy  fov'reign   Pow*r  to  fave 
From  dark  defpair  and  1  ailing  death. 
Thy  wrath  lies  heavy  on  my  foul, 
Jmd  waves  of  forrow  o'er  me  roll, 

While  duft  and  filence  fpread  the  gloom  ? 
tfy  friends,  belov'd  in  Happier  days, 
The  dear  companions  of  my  ways, 
Deicend  around  me  to  the  tomb. 


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173         PSALM    LXXXIX. 

3  As,  loft  in  lonelv  grief,  I  !rcad 
'1  he  mournful  manfions  of  the  dead, 

Or  to  fo-ne  ihroug'd  -irembly  go  ; 
Thro' all  al.ko  I  rove  alone, 
While,  here  forgot  and  there  unknown, 

I  he  change  renews  my  piercing  woe. 

4  And  whv  will  God  negleft  my  ca]jl 
Or  who  fhall  profii    by  my  fall 

When  life  d.pa.ts  and  love  expires? 
Can  duft  and  darkoefipraife  the  Lord? 
Or  wake,  or  bngh  en  ai  his  word, 

And  tune  the  harp  with  heav'nly  quires  ? 
5  Yet  thro'  each  melancholy  day, 

I've  prav'd  to  thee,  and  ftil)  will  pray 
Imploring  ftill  rhy  kind  retum—! 
Both  oh!  my  friends,  my  comfort's fled. 
And  au  my  kindred  of  the  dead 

Recal  my  wand'nng  thoughts  ta  mourn. 

P  S  A  L  M     89.     Fn(l  Part.     Common   Metre 

The  Covenant  made  with  Lhriji ;  or,  The  true  David. 

1    pOREVER  fhW!  my  fong  record 

JL      1  he  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord; 

Mercy  and  tru'h  hVevei  ita-id 

Likehesv'nefbbl.fh'd  by  his  hand. 
t  "thus to  his  Son  he  fwaie  and  faid 

"   With  thee  mv  cov'nant  hrft  is  made  : 

«'   In  thee  ftil!  dying  fu.ntrs  live  ; 

;i  Glory  and  grace  a;e  thine  to  give. 

3  T  -nt th?", mv  Pn'pHcr,  thou  my  Prieft  J 
■•    «  by  children  ftnlJ  b^  ever  bk-ft  • 
«  Thou  art  my  chofen  King,  thy  throne 

hbaJl  (land  eiemal  like  mv  own. 

4  "  There's  none  of  all  my  fans  above 
"  So  much  my  image  or  my  l©ve; 
n  Celeftia]  powVs  thy  fubjetfs  are, 
•«  Taea  whit  can  earth  to  thee  compare  ? 


PSALM     LXXXIX.        i79 

"  David,  my  fervant,   whom  I  chofe, 
"  To  guard  my  flock;  to  crufh  mv  foes; 
•*  And  rais'd  him  to  the  Jewifh  throne, 
*'  Was  but  a  fhadow  of  my  Ion." 
Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  fmg, 
Jt-fus  her  Saviour  and  her  r  mg : 
Angels  his  heav'niy  wonders  fhow, 
And  laints  declare  his  works  below, 
PSALM   89.  Fir  ft  Part   C.-.mmon  Metre. 
The  t'ahhjidnvjs  of  God. 

MY  never-ceafing  fong  fhali  fhow 
The  mere  e*  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  makt  fuccceding  ages  know 

How  faithful  ig  his  word. 
The  facred  .ruths  his  lips  oronounce 

Shall  firm  as  heav'n  endure; 
And  it  he  fneak  a  promife  once, 

Th'  eternal  grace  is  fure. 
How  long  the  race  of  David  held 

The  promis'd  Jewifh  throne! 
But  there's  a  nobler  cov'nant  feai'd 

To  David's  grea-er  Son. 
Mis  feed  'or  ever  (hall  poiTefs 
*  A  throne  above  the  fkies ; 
The  msaneft  fubjeft  of  his  grace 

Shall  to  that  glory  rife. 
Lord  God  of  hofts,  thy  wond'rous  ways 

Are  fung  by  faints  above  : 
And  faints  on  earth  their  honours  raife  • 

To  thy  unchanging  love. 

ALM  89    Ver.  y.  &c.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre, 
'.Power  andMajeJly  of  God;  or,  Reverential  WerJApi 

XJYTR  rev'rence  let  the  faints  appear, 
V      And  bow  before  the  Lord, 
Sis  high  commands  with  rev'rence  hear. 

And  tremble  at  his  woid. 


i8o        P  S  A  L  M     LXXXIX. 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  rife  .' 

How  bright  thine  armies  fhme! 
Where  is  the  power  wi;h  thee  that  vies, 
Or  truth  compar'd  with  thine. 

3  The  northern  pole,  and  fouthern,  reft 

On  thy  fupporting  hand  ;     ' 
Darkne  fs  and  cay  from  eafl  to  weft 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  word  the  raging  winds  controul, 

And  rule  the  boill'rous  deep  ; 
Thou  mak'it  the  fleeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  fleep. 

5  Heaven,  earth,  and  air,  and  rea  are  thine, 

And  the  dark  world  of  he.l  ; 
They  faw  thine  arm  in  veng'ance  fhine 
When  Egypt  durfl  rebel. 

6  Juflice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 

Yet  wond'rous  is  thy  grace  ! 
While  truth  and  juftice  join'd  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

PSALM  89.  Vet,  15.  &c.  Third  Part.  Com.  Met 
A  Bkjfed  Go/pel. 

1    T^^E^T  are  tne  ^ou,s  wn<>  hear  and  know 
XJ    I  he  gofpel's  joyful  found  ! 
Peace  ihall  attend  the  path  they  go 
And  light  their  fteps  furround. 
S  Their  joy  fhall  bear  their  fpiiits  up 
Thro'  their  Redeemer'*  name  ; 
His  righteoufnefs  exalts  their  hope 
And  fills  their  foes  with  fharrre, 
3  The  Lord  our  glory  and  defence, 
Strength  and  falvation  gives  ; 
Ifra'l,  thy  king  for-  ever  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 


PSALM     LXXXIX.  1S1 

PSALM  89.  Ver.  19,  &c.  Fourth  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

thrift's  mediatorial  Kingdom  ;  or,  His  divine  and  human 

X.  it  are. 

HEAR  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid, 
And  made  his  mercies  known: 
41  Sinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 
"  On  my  almighty  Son." 
t  Behold  the  man  my  witdom  chofe 
Among  your  mortal  race: 
His  head  my  holy  oil  o'erfiows, 
With  full  (implies  of  grace: 
|  High  (hall  he  reign  on  David's  throne^ 
My  people's  better  King; 
My  arm  fhall  beat  his  rivals  down, 

And  ftill  new  i'uhjrcls  bring. 
My  truth  fhall  guard  him  in  his  way 

"With  mercy  by  his  fide  : 
While  in  my  name  o'er  earth  and  fea 

He  fhall  in  triumph  ride. 
Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God, 

He  fhall  for  ever  own, 
Call  me  his  rock,  his  high  abode, 

And  I'll  fupport  my  Son. 
■fy  firft-boru  Son  aray'd  in  grace, 

At  my  right  hand  fhall  fit, 
Eeaeaih  him  angels  know  their  place, 

And  monarchs  at  his  feet. 
My  cov'nant  ftwds  for  ever  faft, 

>  My  promises  ars  ftrong ; 
firm  as  the  beav'-os  his  throne  fhsll  laft 

His  feed  endure  as  long. 
SAL VI  89.  Vcr.  30,  &c  F<fth> Part. Corn,  Melre. 
€  Covenant  of  Grace  unchangeable;  or,  AmOion  tiM* 

out  Rzjedion. 
\£J  (kith  the  Lord",  if  David '1  «e& 
A    The  chtJdreoof  oiySott, 
Shoud  break  my  law.,  abufemyrnce 
Ace:  tempt  mine  anger  down; 
H 


132  PSALM     LXXXIX. 

2  Their  fins  I'll  vifit  with  the  rod, 

.And  make  their  folly  fmart ;  i 

But  I'll  not  ceafe-to  be  their  God, 
Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 

3  My  cov'oant  1  will  ne'er  revoke, 

But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  ; 
And  what  eternal  love  hath  fpoke, 
Eternal  truth  fhall  bind. 

4  Once  have  1  fworn(I  need  no  more) 

And  pledg'd  my  holincfs, 
To  leal  the  facred  promife  fure 
To  David  and  his  race. 

5  The  fun  fhall  fee  his  offspring  r/*e 

And  fpread  fiom  fea  to  lea 
Long  as  he  travels  round  the  fkies. 
To  give  the  nations  day. 

6  Sure  as  the  moon  that  rules  the  night 

His  kingdom  fhall  endure. 
Till  thefix'd  laws  of  fhade  and  lig'^t 
Shall  be  obferv'd  no  more. 

PSALM  89.  Vcr.  5,  47.  Sec.  Sixth  Part.  Lcng  Met. 
Moriality  and  Hope. 
A  Funeral  Pfalm. 
j    "Q  EMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  flate, 
Jt\    How  frail  our  life,  how  fhort  our  date  ! 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his-breath 
Safe  from  dileaie,  fecure  from  dearn. 

2  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  die, 
Our  flefhand  ftrength  repine  and  cry, 
«  Mult  death  for  ever  rage  and  re*gf  ' 
««  Or  haft  thou  made  mankind  in  vsia  ?" 

3  Where  is  thy  promile  to  the  juft  ? 
Are  not  thy  f<.  rvants  turn'd  to  duft  ! 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  fighs, 
And  fees  the  fleeping  dufi  arife. 


PSALM     LXXXiX,  XC.       183 

4  That  glorious  nour,  that  dreadful  day 
Wipes  the  reproach  or  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honour  of  thy  werd  ; 
Awake,  our  fouls,  and  blefs  the  Lord. 
PSALM  89.  Ver.  47.  &c.  Laji  Part. 
As  the   113th  Plalm. 
Life,  Leath,  and  (he  Refurrettion. 

1  fT^HlNK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man, 

J[     How  few  his  hours,  how  fhort  his  fpan ! 
Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave; 
"Who  can  lecuie  his  vital  breath 
Againft  the  bold  demands  of  death 
With  fkill  to  fly,  or  pow'r  to  fave  ? 

2  Lord,  fhall  it  be  for  ever  faid, 

"  The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

"  For  ficknefs,  forrow  and  the  daft  ?" 
Are  not  thy  fervants  day  by  day 
Sent  to  their  graves  and  tum'd  to  clay? 
Lord,  where's  thy  kindnefs  to  the  juft  ? 

3  Haft  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Son, 
And  all  his  feed,  a  heav'nly  crown  ? 

But  flefh  and  fenfe  indulge  defpair 
For  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word> 

And  find  a  refurredtion  there. 

4  For  ever  blefled  be  the  Lord, 
Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward, 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain; 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wond'rous  love, 
And  each  repeat  their  load  Amen, 
PSALM  90.     Long  Metre; 
Man  mortal  and  God  eterna'. 
A  mournful  Song  at  a  Funeral. 
4   'THRO'  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God, 

■*■     Thou  art  our  reft,  our  lafe  abode  : 
High  was  thy  throne  ere  heav'n  was  madc; 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footftool  laid. 
II  2 


|i*U  PSALM    XC. 

2  Long  had'ft  thou  reign'd  ere  time  began, 
Orduft  was  fafhiontd  into  man  ; 

And  long  thy  kingdom  (ball  endure 
When-earth  and  ume  /ball  be  no  more. 

3  But  man  weak  man  is  born  to  die, 

Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  ;  • 

Thy  dieadiul  lenience,  Lord,  wasjuft, 
"  Return,  yehnr.ers,  to  your  duff." 

4  '[A  thoufand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account ; 
Like  yefterday's  departed  li^ht, 
Or  the  lait  wach  of  ending  night. 

Pause. 

5  Death  like  an  overflowing  ftream, 
Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life's  a  dreamj 
An  empty  tale  .;  a  morning  flow'r, 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour. 

6  [Our  age  to  feventy  years  is  (et ; 

How  ihort  the  time}  how  frail  the  ftatef 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rather  figh  and  groan,  than  live. 

7  But  Oh  !  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  offourexpecled  years? 
Thy  w  rath  awakes  our  humble  dread ' 
We  fear  the  pow'r  that  ftrikes  us  dead. 

8  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  ; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  the  fpan, 
'Till  a  wifecaie  of  piety 

Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

PSALM  9orfri-5.  FJrft  Part' Corru  Metre. 

O  Uaujratl,  and  God  eternal. 

LR  God,  cur  help  in  ages  paft, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  (belter  from  the  ftormy  blaft, 
And  our  eternal  home. 
S  Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  throne 
Thy  fainti  have  dwelt  fecure  j 


P  S  A  L  M     XC.  18 

Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  my  defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood, 

Or  earth  receiv'c  herframe, 

From  everlaPirig  thou  an  God, 

To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  flefh  to  doit, 

"  Return,  ye  fops  of  men  ;" 
All  nations  role  from  earth  at  firft, 
And  turn'o  to  earth  again. 

5  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 

Are  like  an  ev'iiing  gone; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  nigist 
Before  the  rifing  davn. 

6  [The  bufy  tribes  of  flefh  and  blood, 

With  all  their  lives  and  cares. 
Are  carried  downv\ards  by  the  flood. 
And  loft  in  following  yrars. 

7  1  ime  like  an  ever  rolling  Iti  earn, 

Bears  ail  its  fons  away  ; 
The\  fly  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  op'nicg  day. 

8  Like  flow'ry  fields  the  nations  ftand 

Flecs'd  with  the  morning  light; 
Theflow'rs  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
Lie  with'ring  eie  'lis  night.] 

9  Our  God,  cw  help  in  ages  psft, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  g       d  while  tioubles  faSt. 
And  our  eternal  home. 
PSALM  go.  Ver  8,  : :,  2,  jo,  12.  Second Part. &  M, 
Infirmities  and  Mortdtiy  t;c  Ejftd  of  Sin;  or,  Life 
Old  Age  and  Preparations/or  death. 
1    1      OR  D-,  if  tnine  eyes  iufvey  our  faults, 
-i—rf     And  jujiice grows  fevcre, 
Thy  dreacful  wrath  exceed;;  our  thought*. 
And  burns  beyond  out  fear. 
.    '         Ha 


¥ 


iS6  PSAL  M     XC. 

2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  dud  ; 

By  one  offence  to  th«e, 
Adam,  with  all  his  fons  have  loft 
Their  immortality : 

3  Life,  like  a  vain  amufement  flics, 

A  fable  or  a  fong; 
By  kvift  degrees  out  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 

4  'Tis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 

To  threefcore  years  and  ten; 
And  all  beyond  that  fhort  account 
Is  torrow,   toil,  and  pain. 

5  [Our  vitals  with  laborious  ftrife 

Bear  upthe  crazy  load, 
And  dragthefe  poor  remains  of  life 
Along  the  tirefome  road.] 

6  Almighty  God  reveal  thy  lcve, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone; 
Oh  !  let  our  fweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

7  Our  fo'ub  would  learn  the  heav'nly   art 

T'  improve  the  hours  we  have, 
That  we  may  aft  the  wifer  parr, 
And  live  beyond  thegrave. 
PSALM  9r.  Ver.  13,  &c.  Third  part.  C.  Metre. 
Breathing  after  Heaven.        -     • 

1  p   E  T  U  R  N,  O  Gcd  of  love,  return; 
JLV      Earth  is  a  tirefome  place:    v 
How  long  (hall  we  thy  children  mourn 

Our  abfence  from  thy  face  ? 

2  Let  heav'n  fucceed  our  painful  years, 

Let  fin  and  forrow  cxaie, 
And  in  proportion  to  oui  tears, 
So  make  our  joys  increafc. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  fhow, 

Make  thy  own  work  complete  j 
Then  fhall  our  fouls  thy  glory  know. 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 


PSALM     XC,  XCI.         187 

4  Then  fhall  we  {Vine  before  thy  throne 
In  all  thy  beauty  Lord  :  , 
And  the  poor  fervice  we  have  done 

Meet  a  divine  reward. 
S  A  L  M     90.    Vcr.  5,  10,  12.     Short  Metre* 
The  Frailty  and  Shortnefs  cf  Life, 

LORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
Is  this  our  mortal  frame! 
Our  life  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  fcarce  defervcs  the  name  ! 
2    Alas,' t"he  brittle  clay 

That  built  our  body  firft! 
And  ev'ry  month  and  ev'ry  dsy 
'  i  is  mould'rmg  back  to  duft, 
3*Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Our  feeble  pow'rs  decay, 
Swift  as  a  Hood  our  half  y  days 
Are  fweeping  us  away. 

4  Yet,  if  our  days  muff  fly  • 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  fight, 
We'll  fpend  them  ail  in  w.ifdom's  way, 
And  let  them  fpeed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  fooncr  oVr 

'I  his  life's  tempefcucus  fea  ; 
Soon  we  fhall  reach  the  peaceful  fhqfe 
Of  blell  eternity. 
PSALM  91.  Vtr.  i—j.  Fbjl  Fart,  Long  Metre. 
Safety  in  Public  Difeafes  and  Danger, 
1    TJ  E  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 
LA.      Shall  hnd  a  moff.  fecine  abode; 
Shall  walk  all  dayvberveath  his  fhade, 
And  thereat  night  fhall  veil  his  head. 
2,  Then  will  1  fay,  "  My  God,  thy  pow'r 
"  Shall  be  my  fort  re  fa  and  my  tow'r ; 
««  I  that  am  forrrrd  of  feeble  duft 
"  Make  'hice'alnsighty  arm  my  ir'uft.** 

a  4 


**8  PSALM    XCI. 

3  JJ^f^PPyraan!  thy  Maker's  care 
Sjhallkwp  thee  from  the  fowler's  fnarc; 
From  Satan  s  wiles,   who  Hill  betrays 
Unguarded  fouls  a  thoufand  ways. 
4  Juft  as  a  ben  prote&s  her  brood, 

From  birds  of  prey  that  feek  their  blood, 
The  Lord  hi.  fauhful  faints  (hall  guard, 
And  endlefsHfe  be  their  reward. 
-  5  H  burning  beams  of  noon  confpire 
locarta  ptftilemial  fire  ; 

Torh'M^1^  ^8W,'n«,arefPr«<1 

io  ihield  them  with  an  healthful  {hade, 
6  If  vapours  with  malignant  breath 
Rife  thick,  and  fc.tter  iridnight  death, 
II-a],s<afc:   the  poifon'd  air 
Grows  pure,  ifJfra'j'sGod  be  there. 


P    A 


USE. 


7  What  tho'  a  thoufand  at  thy  fide, 
Around  thy  path  ten  thoufand  dv'd, 
Thy  God  his  cbofen  people  faves 
fcmongft  the  dead,  amidft  the  graves. 

8  So  when  he  fent  his  angel  down 

To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known, 
-Ana  flew  their  fons,  his  careful  eve 
Pail  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by, 

9  But  if  the  foe,  or  plague    orfword, 
Receive  commifiion  from  the  Lord, 
To  ftrike  his  faints  among  the  reft 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  bit- it. 

jo  Thefword,  the  pcftilenee.  or  fit c 
i  but  fulfil  their beftdefire; 
fn  finsand  forzows  fetthem  free 
d  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee. 


PSALM     XCI.  189 

P3ALM  91.  Ver.  9—16.  Second  Part.  Com.  Met, 

Prctettion  from  Death,    Guard  of  An gels ',  Viclory  an& 

Deliverance. 
*  'VT'E  fonsof  men,  a  feeble  race, 
X     Expos' d  to  every  fnare, 
Come  make  the  Lord,  your  dwelling  place* 
And  try  and  trull  his  care, 

2  No  ill  fhall  enter  where  you  dwell ; 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  fweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell> 
'Twill  raife  the  faints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  their  ways  ; 
To  v/atch  your  pillow  while  you  fleep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days, 

4  Their  hand  fhall  bear  you  left  you  fall  ' 

And  dafh  againfi  ihe  Hones; 

Are  they  not  feivants  at   ,is  call, 

And  fent  1'  attend  his  fons  ? 

5  Addcs  and  lions  ye  fhall.  tread ; 

The  tempter's  wiles  defeat  j. 
He  that  hath  bruis'd  the  ferpents  head 
Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 

6  "  Becaufe  on  me  they  let  their  love, 

"  I'll  fave  them  faith  the  Lord  ; 
"  I'll  bea*  their  joyful  fouls  above, 
11  Deftrudtion  and  the  fword. 

7  u  My  grace1  fhall  anfwer  when  they  call, 

"  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh; 
14  My  pow'r  fhall  help  them  when  they  fall, 
41  And  raife  th^m  when  Mieydie, 

8  4t  Thofe  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known, 

i(  I'll  honour  them  in  heav'n  ; 
*  There  my  falvation  fhall  be  fhowo, 
41  And  endlefs  Hie  be  gtv'n." 
H5 


1 

190  PSALM     XCII. 

PSALM    92.    Firjl  Part.     Long  Metre. 

A  Pfahn  for  the  Lord's  Day, 

1    QWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  king, 
O   To  praife  thy  name,  give  thcnks  and  fmg, 

To  mow  thy  love  by  morning  light, 

And  talk  or  all  thy  truth  at  night. 
S  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft, 

No  mortal  care  fhall  feize  my  bread* 

O  may  my  heart  in  tane  be  found, 

Like  David's  harp  of  loiemn  found  ! 

3  My  heart  fhall  triumph  in  my  Lord,    , 
-And  ble's  his  works  and  blefs  his  word, 
Thy  works  of  grace  how  bright  they  fhinef 
How  deep  thy  counfels  !  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fo  high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die  : 
Likegrafs  they  flourifh,  'til!  thy  breath 
Blafls  them  in  everlafting  death. 

5  But  I  fhall  mare  a  glorious  part 
When  grace  hath  well  refii.'d  mv  heart, 
And  frefh  fupplies  of  joy  are  fhed 
Like  holy  oil  t®  cheer  my  head. 

€  Sin  (my  word  enemy  before) 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more; 

My  inward  foes  fhall  a1!  be  (lain, 

Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  a^ain. 
£  Then  fhall  I  fee  3nd  hear  and  know 

All  I  defir'd,  or  wifn'd  below  ; 

And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  fweet  employ 

In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

PSALM  9a.  Vcr.  12,  &c.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

The  Church  is  the  Garden  oj  God. 
x   T    O  R  D,  'tis  a  plcafant  thing  t'o  ftand 

JLj   In  gardens  planted  by  thine  hand 

Let  me  vyithinthy  eourts  be  feen 

Like  a  young  cedar  frefh  and  green. 


PSALM     XCIII.  1 

Th-re  "row  thy  faints  in  faith  and  lave, 

Blell  wtih  thine  influence  from  above; 

Not  Lebanon  with  all  us  trees 

Yields  fuch  a  comely  light  as  thefe. 
>  The  plants  of  grace  fhall  ever  live ; 

(Nature  decays,  but  grace  mull  thrive) 

Time,  that  doth  all  things  elle  impair, 

Still  makes  them  flourifh  ibrong  and  tetn 

Laden  with  fruits  of  age  they  ihow, 

The  Lord  is  holy  jaft  -and  true  ;  ■ 

None  that  attend  his  gates  mail  nnd 

A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 
PSALM  93.    Fifft  Me^e.    As  the  100th  Pfalrrj* 
The  Eternal  and  the  Sovereign  God. 
f  EHOV.-lH  reigns;  he  dwells  in  light, 
.'  J  ^Girded  with  rttajefty  and  might ; 
'   The  world  creattd  by  ms  hands 

Still  on  its  firit  foundation  ftands. 

2  But  ere  this  fpacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  fli  il  foundation  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  Hood, 
Tb>  I'elf  the  ever-living  God. 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rife, 
And  aim  their  rage  agairdt  the  Ikies : 
Vain  floods  that  aim  their  rage  fo  high  ! 

,    At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  Forever  ibaii  thy  throne  endure  ; 
Thy  promife  funds  for  ever  fure  ; 
Anckveriaflinghelinefs 
Becomes  the  dwellings  o!  thy  grace. 

PSALM  93.  Second  Metre.  As  the  old  50th  Pfalm, 
1   HP  HE  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reig-.s  on  high; 
A     His  robes  of  ftaie  are  [Length  and  majeiiy; 
This  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word  and  'Hablifh'd  by  bi«  hand. 
Long  flood  his  throne  ere  he  began  creation, 
And  hisowo  Godhead  is  the  ftraa  foundation. 


?L-,mpsalm  xcrir- 

Jn  vain  the  ftorri       $  *°  t0n'°Und  %  n«me  { 

^-d  roa  "'and    oftne-r'"  ^  ««*••'*,   ' 
Foaming  at  hetXhp       Wavcs  aSa>'*ft  the  fcie. 
B"t  heavCh^h  arr 7  T  WUhL W!ld  «««otU 

A"d  the  rnaH  J     u  ??re  ;  ?*  floods  be  ftili , 
Built  on  hTs  LTw     Uubm'ffiVC  f°  hlS  ^ 


PSAJ  IM  ™  •  ear  adore  him. 

1    A   f  °rd  Jeh°vah  reigns, 
HU,*"' ?r0yal  ^maintains, 

^rray  dm  robes  of  light, 
Beg,rt  w„h  fov're.gn  might, 

2  ^Fheld  by  thy  commands 

.     ^cw0r]df£curc)y(}3nd 

^ythronewasfixtonhU 
Ereftarsadorn'dthefky 

Eternal  JS  thy  kingdom  Lord. 
S  ^  vain  the  noify  croud, 

E'ke  billows  fierce  and  loud, 
Againft  thine  empire  rage  and  roar; 
In  vamwuh  angry  fpite 
J  ne  furly  nations  fight, 
Andda(hJlk       avesagamftthe 

4  l-et  floods  and  nations  rage' 
And  all  the ir  pow'r engage, 
Eetfwelling  tides  aiTadt  the  fky ; 

The  terrorr.  of  thy  frown 
Shall  beat  their  madnefs  down; 
Thy  throne  for  ever  fiands  on  high; 


PSALM    X€IV.  r93 

5  Thy  promifes  are  true, 

Thy  grace  is  ever  new, 
There  fix'd  thy  church  fhall  ne'er  remove; 

Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  hng  thine  everlafting  love. 

[Repeat  thefowth  Stanza  to  complete  the  Tune.] 

PSALM  94.  Ver\  1,  2,  7,  14.  Firji  Part.Com.  Metre. 

Saints  ckajifed,  and  Sinners  dejlroyed;  or,  h/lrudive 

Ajfliclions. 

1    S^\  GOD  !  to  whom  revenge  belongs, 
V^/   Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud; 
Letfov'reign  pow'r  redrefs  our  wrongs, 
Let  juflice  fmite  the  proud. 
S  They  fay,  "  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears;" 
When  will  the  vain  be  wife  ? 
Can  he  be  deaf,  who  form'd  their  ears  ? 
Of  blind,  who  made  their  eyes  ? 

3  He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  are  vain, 

And  they  fhall  leel  his  pow'r: 
His  wrath  fhall  pierce  their  fouls  with  pain 
In  lome  furprifing  hour. 

4  But  if  thy  faints  defei  ve  rebuke, 

Thou  haft  a  gentle  rod  ; 
Thy  providence,  thy  facred  book 
Shall  make  them  know  their  God. 

5  Bleft  is  the  man  thy  hands  chaftife, 

And  to  his  duty  draw  ; 
Thy  fcourges  make  thy  children  wife 
When  they  forget  thy  law. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  cail  off  his  faints, 

Nor  his  own  promife  break ; 
He  pardons  his  inheritance 
for  their  Redeemer's  fake. 


194    PSALM     XCIV,   XCV. 

PSALM  94.   Ver.  16,23    Second  Parf.  Com.  Metre, 

Ged  our  Suppoj  land  Comfort;  or.  Deliverance  from 
Temptation  and  Pcrfeiution* 

WHO  will  ai  ife  and  plead  ray  right 
Agau.it  my  nim/rcus  foes  ? 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  mute, 
-And  all  my  hopes  oppofe. 
a  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock  my  help, 
Suflain'd  my  tainting  head, 
My  life  had  now  in  filtirce  dwelt 
My  ioulamongft the  dead. 

3  Alas  J  my  Aiding  ftei  !  f  cry'd, 

Thy  promiie  bote  ms  up  ; 
Thy  grace  ftood  conilant  by  my  fide 
And  rais'd  my  finking  hope. 

4  TOk  multitudes  of  moumfu2  tho^hf& 

Within  my  bofom  roll,  "*nm. 

Thy  boundief,  love  forgives  my  faults, 
iny  comforts  cheer  my  foul. 

5  Pow'rs  of  iniquity  may  ri  e, 

And  frame  pernicious  laws; 
But  God  my  refuge  tules  the  ftiea, 
He  will  defend  my  raufe. 
t  Let  malice  vent  hen  age  aloud, 
.l-*-t  bold  bhfpheiner*  feoff: 
The  Lord  our  God  mail  judge  the  proud, 
Aad  cut  the  fanner!  off, 

PSALM     9&,     Common  Metre, 

S  .4  Pfatm  kj'tre  Prayer. 

1NG  to  the  Lord  Jehovah',  name, 
Andinmsdrengthrejoice; 
When  nis  lalvation  is  our  theme 

Lxalted  be  our  voice. 
With  thanks  approach  his  a*  fuj  fi-hf 
And  plalms  0f  honour  fin*  •       b    ' 
The  Lord  va  God  of  boundiefs  mi„U 
ine  wiioie  creation'^  King. 


?SAL  M    XCV. 

«  Let  princes  hear,  Set  artels  know, 
°       How  mean  their  natures  leem, 

Thofe  Gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 
When  once  compar'd  with  him. 
4  Earth  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 
Lies  in  his  fpacious  hand; 
He  fix'd  the  feas  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  bills  mud  fond. 
c  Come  and  with  humble  fouls  adore, 
Come,  kneel  before  his  tace  ;  ^ 
O  may  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace! 
6  Now  is  the  time  he  bends  his  ear, 
And  waits  for  your  requefts  ; 
Come,  left  he  rouze  his  wrath  and  iwear, 
.{hall  not  fee  my  reft." 
ViLM     95.     Short  Metre, 
A  Pjalm  before  Sermon. 
j   (~\  OME,  found  his  praife  abroad, 
V^      And  hymns  of  glory  hng: 
Jeh*vah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 
The  univerfal  King. 
2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  ; 
He  gave  the  feas  their  bound; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  folid  ground, 
q  Come,  worfhip  at  his  throne, 
Come  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  works  and  not  our  own  ? 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 
4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God, 

s  But  if  your  ears  refufe 

The  language  of  his  grace, 


»9* 


j     »9<*  PSALM    XCV. 

And  hearts  grow  hard  like  ftubborn  Jews, 
1  hat  unbelieving  race; 
6  The  Lord  in  veng'ance  dreft 
it  Will  lift  his  hand,  and  fwear, 

.T°qUu  u  L  defpife  my  Pr°™*'d  reft, 
anall  have  no  portion  there." 

Canaan  loft  through  VnUuf.  or,  #  y^     £J£*£ 

C  Sinners.  J   * 

OME  let  our  voices  join  to  raife 
Aftcredfohgof  fofcronpraifej 
God  is  a  fov'reign  King ;  rehear  fe 
riis  honour  in  exalted  verfe. 
a  Come,  let  our  fouls  address  the  Lord, 

VVno  fram'd  our  natures  with  his  word,        ' 
He  is  our  Shepherd  ;  we  the  fheep 
His  mercy  chofe,  his  paftures  keep;  $j 

3  Come,  let  ns  hear  his  voice  to-day 
The  coun  (els  of  his  love  obey,    I     ' 
Nor  let  our  hardened  hearts  renew 
The  fins  and  plagues  that  I fra'J  knew. 

4  [fra'l  that  faw  his  works  of  grace 
Vet  tempt  their  Maker  to  his  face ; 
A-hmhlefs  unbelieving  brood, 
That  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  God. 

6  Tht*  la.«h  the  Lord,  «  How  felfe  they  prove  ! 
Forget  my  pow'r,  abufe  my  love  ; 

Their  feet  {hall  never  enter  there." 
6  [Look  back,  my  foul,  with  hujy  dread 

And  view  thofe  ancient  rebels  dead  ; 

Attend  the  offer'd  grace  to-day, 

Nor  lole  the  bleffings  bv  delay/ 
?  Seize  the  k.nd  promife  while  i't  waits 

Ana  march  to  Sioirt  heav'nly  gates  ; ' 

Believe  and  take  the  oroinis'd  reft- 

Obey,  and  be  for  evei  bJeft.J 


PSALM     XCVT,  3TCVII.     197 

S  A  L  M  96.  Ver.  2,  10,  &c.  Common  Metre, 

Ckfj/l's  fi*jl  andfecond  Coming, 

I>,TG  to  the  Lord,  yedifhnt  lands, 
Ye  tribes  of  ev'ry  tongue; 
His  new  difcover'd  grace  demands 

A  new  and  noble  fong< 
Say  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigns, 

God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 
His  pow'r  the  finking  worid  fuitains, 

And  grace  furrounds  his  throne, 
Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  feen  ; 
Let  cities  fhine  in  bright  array, 

And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 
The  jovM^earth,  the  bending  fkies 

HiH^^Bus  train  difplay ; 
Ye  mourTFains  fink,  ye  vallies  rife, 

prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 
Behold  he  conies,  he  comes  to  bj£fs 

'The  nations  astfteir  God; 
To  fhew  the  v/or!d  hi:;  righ.teoufneft, 

And  fend  his  troth  abroad. 
His  voice  fhall  raife  the  flumb'ring  deed, 

And  bid  the  wor  id  draw  near; 
Buthow  will  guilty  nations  diead, 

To  fee  their  judge  appear! 

PSALM     97.     As  the  113th  Ffalm. 
The  God  of  the  Gentiles. 

1"    ET  all  the  ca^-^h  their  voices  rsife, 
<*-'  To  nag  the  choice  ft  pfa'm  of  praife, 

To  fing  and  blefs  Jehovah's  name  ; 
His  glory  let  the  heathens  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nattor  s  fhow, 

And  all  his  Caving  woiks  proclaim. 


198  PNS  A  L  M     XCVII. 

a  The  heathens  know  thy  glory  Lord, 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word, 
But  here  Jehovah's  name  is  known: 
Nor  fhall  our  worfhip  e'er  be  paid, 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made  ; 
Oar  Maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  Iky, 
He  made  the  fhining  worlds  on  frign, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  : 
His  beams  are  majetty  and  light ; 
ri-s  beauties  how  divinely  bright  ! 

His  temple  how  divinely  fair  ! 

4  Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  lhall  feel  hi<>  laving  pow'r, 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name  : 
Then  fhall  the  race  of  men  confe|^lj^« 
The  beauty  of  his  holinefs, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim, 
PSALM     97.     Fer.   i—5.   Fir}  Part.  Long  Met* 
Chrift  reigning  in  Heaven,  and  coming  to  Jwigment. 

1    1L_ IE  >eigns;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  J 
■O    Praile  him  in  evangelic  ftrains  : 
Let  the  whole  earth  in  fongs  rejoice, 
And  diflant  iflands  join  their  voice. 

:.  Deep  are  his  couufels  and  unknown  ; 
Bat  grace  and  truth  fupport  hi*-ihrone  : 
Tho'  gloomy  clouds  his  way  furround  : 
Jullice  is  their  eiernal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo,  he  comes, 
Shakes  the  wide  earth  and  cleaves  the  tombs,  • 
Before  him  bums  devouring  fire, 

The  mountains  melt,  the  feas  retire. 

4  His  enemies  with  fore  difmay, 

Fly  from  the  fight  and  fhun  the  day; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  faints,  on  high, 
And  flag,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 


PSALM    XCVII.  199 

'SALM  97.  Ver.  6—9.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 
ChrijTs  Incarnation. 

THE  Lord  is  come  :  the  beav'ns  pioclaim. 
Kis  birth  ;  the  nations  learn  his  name; 
An    unknown  ffar  direcHthe  road 
Of  eaftern  fages  to  their  God. 
All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  {kies, 
Go,  worfhip   where  the  Saviour  lies  : 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Thofe  gods  on  high  and  gods  below. 
^Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 
And  their  own  worfhippers  confound  ; 
But  Siori  fhall  his  glories  firig, 
And  earth  confefs  her  fov'reign  king. 

PSALM  97.    Third  fait.     Long  Metre, 

Grace   and    Glory. 

\  npH'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 
X     O'er  all  the  earlh,  o'er  all  the  ikv  \ 
Tho'  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  bis  Feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-ieat. 

O  ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  ev'ry  woik  of  fin  and  (name  ; 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends,' 
And  from  the  fnares-of  hell  defends. 

1  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  faints  in  darknefs  fown; 
Thofe  glorious  feeds  fhall  Spring  and  rife, 
And  the  bright  harveit  blefs  our  eyes. 

I  Rejoice,  ye  righteous;  and  reeoid 
The  facied  honours  of  the  Lord; 
None  but  the  foul  that  feels  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holinds. 


2oo      PSALM    XCVII.  XCVIII. 

PSALM   97.    rer.  3,  5_7.  ,,.    Common  1 
Chrifis  Incarnation  and  the  laji   Judo  mini 
»  fcT  earth,  with  ev'ry  ifle  and  Tea 

A~rf  Rejoice,  the  iiaviour  reigns: 
His  word  like  fire  prepares  his  way, 
And   mountains  melt  to  plains. 

2  His  presence  finks  the  proudeil  hills, 

And   mokes  the  vallies  rile; 
The :  humble  foul  enjoys  his  imiles, 
The   haughty   firmer  dies 

3  The  hcavVu  his  rightful  pow'r  proclaim 

1  he  idol-gods  around 
Fill  their  OWn  wo.fhippers  with  fharae, 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 

4  Adoring  angels  at  his  birth 

M^f  -he  Redeemer  known; 
Jb-jprhaii  he  corve  to  judge  the  earth, 
And  angels  guard   his  throne. 

5  His  iocs  i'hall    tremble  at  his  fiMht, 

And  hills  and  leas  retire; 
His  children  lake  their  unknown  flight, 
And  leave  tae  world  on  fire. 

6  The  feeds  o<  joy  end  glory  f  ..wn 

for  faints  in  darknefs  here, 
Shall  rife  and  fpwng  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  ricn  biiryeft   bear. 

PSALM     98.     Firfl  Part.     Common  Mctr 
Praife  for    ike  GofpeL 
1    ^O  our  almighty  Mak.-r,  God, 
New  hon  >urs  be  addte&'d  ; 
Hl  dvation  fhin  s    bro-ri  ; 

And  makes  t:  bfeft 

a   Te  Abrah'm  fvft  he  fpdkc  the  word, 
And  taught  his  numerous  iace; 
The  Gentiles  own  him  fov'reigo  Lord, 
And  lean,  to  truft  his  grace, 


P  S  A  L  M     XCVII!,  CXIX.     201 
et  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 

Wuii  all  her  diff'rcnt  tongues; 
&nd  Ipread  the  honour  of  his  name 

In  melody  and  longs. 

SALM  98.     Second  Part.  '  Common  Metre. 
The  Mejiah's  Coming  and  Kingdom. 

rOY  to  the  wo! Id,   the  Lord  is  come, 
Let  earth  receive  her  King  ; 
et  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  room, 

And  heav'u  and  nature  fin<j. 
oy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  men  their  longs  employ  ; 
/hile  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains, 
Repeat  the  founding  joy. 

0  more  1&  fins  and  iorrows  grow, 
Nor  thorns  inleft  the  ground  : 

e  comes  to  make  his  bleffings  flow, 

1  ar  as  the  curfe  is  found. 

e  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove  / 

;e  glories.of  his  righteoufnefs, 

And  wonders  of   his  love. 

PSALM  99.     FirfiPart.    Short  Metre, 

ChrijVs  Kingdom  and  Majefy. 
"HE  God  Johovah  reigns, 

Let  all  the  nations  fear; 
t  finners  tremble^at  his  throne, 
And  iaints  be  humble  there, 
fus  the  Saviour  reigns, 
Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  ;      v 
Sght  cherubs  his  attendants  ftand, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word, 
Sion  itand  s  his  throne, 
rlis  honours  are  divine; 
s  church  fhail  make  his  wonders  known. 
For  there  his  glories  mine, 


E 


202        PSALM     XCJX,  C. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name! 

How  terrible  his  praife  ! 
Juftice  and  tiiuh,  and  jnd$>ment  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

^SAL  M  99.     Second  Part.     Short  Metre. 
A  Holy  God  woijhipped  with  Reverence. 
XALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
1    'And  worfhip  at  his  feet ; 
His  nature  is  all  hoiinefs, 
And  mercy  is  his  feat. 

2  When  Kra'l  was  his  church, 

When  Aaron  was  his  priefl, 
When  Mofes  cry'd,  when  Samuel  pray'd, 
He  gave  his  people  reft. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their  fins, 

Nor  would  dellroy  their  race  ; 
And  oft  he  made  his  veng'ance  known 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  oujr  God, 

Whofe  grace  iaftill  the  Time; 
StiM  lie's  a  God  of  holineis, 
t     And  jealous  tor  his  name. 

PSALM  100.  Firft  Metre.  A  Plain  Translation, 
Praife  to  our  Creator. 

1  "V^E  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 

X     Before  the  Lord,  your  fov'ieign  King; 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongue^  his  glory  fing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God  ;  'tis  he  alone 
Doth  lite  and  breath,  and  being  give  : 
We  are  his  work.,  and  not  our  own; 
The  fneep  that  on  his  paftures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  fongs  of  joy, 
With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 

T©  pay  your  thanks  and  honours  there. 


PSALM     C,  CI.  20? 

The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  fure ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  lhal!  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

PSALM   100.  Second  Metre.     A  Furapkrafe, 

BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  iacred  joy, 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  ai 
Ke  can  create  and  he  deftroy. 
His  fov'reign  pow'r  without  our  aid 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men; 
And  when  like  wand'ring  fheep  vre  ftray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 
We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
.Our  fouls,  and  ail  our  mortal  frame; 
What  lading  honours  fhall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

We'll  croud  thy  gates  with  thankful  f :>ngs, 
High  as  the  hea«'n,  our  voices  raife  ; 
And  earth  with  her  ten  thou  [and  tongues 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  prailc*. 

Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command 
Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 
Fnm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  muff  ftand, 
When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  move. 

PSALM     1 01.   Long  Metre. 

The  Magijirale's  TJalm. 

MERCY  and  judgment  are  rrfy  fong, 
And  fince  they  both  to  thee  belong, 
My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 
To  thee  my  fongs  and  vows  1  bring. 
If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  fword  ; 
I'll  take  my  counfel  from  thy  word  ; 
rihyjuftice  and  thyheav'nly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 


2o4  P  S  A  L  M     CI. 

3  Let  wifdom  all  my  a&ions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  refide  : 
No  wicked  thing  Hi  all  dwell  wi;h  me, 
V\  hich  may  provoke  ihy  jealoufy. 

4  No  Tons  of  flander,  rage  and  flrife 
Shall  be  companions  of  my  life; 
The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride 
Within  my  rioors  ftia!l  ne'er  abide. 

j  [1*11  fearch  the  land  and  raife  the  juft 
To  pofh  of  honour,  wealth  and  trull : 
The  men  that  work  thy  holy  will 
Shall  ue  my  friends  and  favVues  IUU.1 

6  In  vain  fhall  tinners  hope  to  rife 
By  flatt'ring  or  malicious  lies; 
Nor,  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
Shall  bold  offenders  e'er  be  Ipar'd. 

7  The  impiouscif^batfaftious  band) 
Shah  hide  their  heads,  ir  quit  the  land  i 
And  all  tnat  break  the  public  reft 
IVhetelhavepow'r,  fhaiJ  be  fuppreft. 

PSALM     i oi.     Common  Metre. 
A  PJ&lmfrr  a  MaJ$efa  Famiiy. 
*    /~\F  juftite  and  of  grace  I  fing, 
\^J   And  pay  my  God  my  vows  ; 
/  grace  and  juftice  heav'nly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  thy  houfe. 
~  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God  repair, 
And  make  thy  fervant  wife  ; 
I'll  fuffer  nothing  near  metheic 
That  fhall  offend  thine  eyes. 
3  The  man  that  doth  his  neighbour  wrono 
By  faifehood  or  by  force, 
The  icornf  ul  eye,  the  fland'rous  toiV7UCl 
l'li  thiuft  them  irora  my  doou. 
£  I'll  feek  the  faithful  and  the  jl 
And  will  thei*  help  enjoy  ; 
Thefe  are  the  friends  that  I  fhall  truft. 
The  fervants  I'll  employ. 


PSALM     CII.  2o> 

The  wretch  that  deals  in  fly  deceit 

I'll  not.  endure  a  night; 
The  liar's  tongue  I  ever  hate,  • 

And  banifh  from  my  fight. 

I'll  purge  my  family  around, 

And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
So  fhall  my  houle  be  ever  found 

A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 

PSALM  ioz.  Ver  1—13.  20,  ei.  Firji  Part, 

Common  Metre. 

A  Prayer  for  the  Affkfcd, 

HEAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 
But  anfwer  left  I  die  : 
Haft  thou  riot  buik  a  throne  of  grace, 
To  hear  when  fmners  cry? 

My  days  are  wafted  like  the  fmoke 

Diffolving  in  the  air; 
My  ftr^ngth  is  dry'd,  my  heart  is  broke- 

And  finking  in  defpair. 

My  fpirits  flag  like  with'ring  grafs 

Burnt  with  exceiTive  heat  : 
In  fecrct  groans  my  minutes  pafs, 

And  I  iergetto  eat. 

As  on  fome  lonely  building's  too, 

The  fparrow  tells  her  moan, 
•Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope 

I  fit  and  grieve  -alone, 

o 

My  foul  is  like  a  wildernefs, 

Where  bealls  of  midnTghc  howl; 
Where  the  fad  raven  finds  her  place, 

And  whefe  the  (creaming  owl. 
Dark  difmal  thou^ts  and.  boding  fears 

Dwell  in  my  trouble,  d  ores  it, 
While  fnarp  repf  oaches  wound  rav  ears, 

Nor  give  my  fpintreft. 
I 


/ 


206  P  S  A  L  M    CH. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 

And  tears  are  my  repaft : 
My  daily  bread  like  afhes  grow* 
Unp)eafam  to  my  tafte. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 

To  fouls  t!.a'  feel  thy  trown  : 
Lord  'twas  'hy  hand  advanc'd  me  high, 
Thv  hat.d  hath  caft  me  down. 
g  My  looks  like  wither'd  leaves  appear;  - 
And  life's  declining  light 
Grows  faint  as  ev'ning  fhadows  are, 
That  \anifh  into  night. 
to  P;u  thou  for  ever  art  the  fame, 
O  .Tiy  eternal  God  ;  - 
Ages  td&tygg.  (ball  know  thy  name. 
And  fpread  th%  works  abroad. 
21   Thou  wilr  arife,  and  fhow  thy  face, 
Nor  will  my  Lo;d  delr'y, 
Beyond  ths  appointed  hour  of  grace, 
That  long  expeftcd 
12  He  hears  his  faints,  he  knows  their  cry, 
And  by  myilerious  ways. 
Redeems  the  ].i is*ners,  doom'd  'o  die, 
And  filtstheir  tongues  wit    praife. 

PSALM  )02.Ver.  i  3—2 1   Second  Part.  Com.  R 

Praytt  heard,  and  Sion  rtjlored. 
1    T     ET  Sion  and  he*  (oos  ; ejoice  ; 
X.j  Bern  id  th    promi  'n  hour  : 
Her  G.  ^  hath  h< ard  he!  mourning  voice. 
An  •  cmea  t'  exil  \m  power. 
£  He.  ruins  rhdt  remain, 

precious  in  onr  ejrs  ; 
Tho't  ruins  fhall  be  lui't  again, 
And  ali  tJw  ouil  fhall  rife. 
3  The  Lord  will  rai!e  Jerutalem, 
And  flare)  in  glory  :here; 
Nations  fhall  bow  before  his  name; 
And  kings  attend  wuh  feai, 


PSAL  M     CH.  207 

'.  He  fits  a  fov'reign  on  his  throne, 
With  pity  in  his  eves: 
He  hears  the  dying  prisoners  groan, 

And  fees  their  fighs  arife. 
He  frees  the  fouls  condemn'd  to  death. 

And  when  his  faints  complain, 
It  fhan'tbe  faid,  "  that  playing  breath 
"Was  ever  fpent  in  vain." 
5  This  (hall  be  known  when  we  are  dead 
And  left  on  long  record  ; 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  truft  and  praife  the  Lord. 
PSALM  102  fer  ^3—28.  Third  Part.  Long  Metre, 
Man's  Mortality,  and  ChriJL's  Eternity;  or*  Saints  die* 
but  Cht  iji  and  the  Church  lice* 

IT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand, 
Weaken's  our  fuengih  a  nirift  the  race; 
Difeafeand  death  at  his  command 
Arreft  us  and  cut  {honour  days. 
I  Spare  us  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 
Nor  let  i>m    isr-  go  down  at  noonj 
Thv  \ears  are  one  eternal  da.-. 

.->nd  muft  thy  children  die  fo  foon  ? 
J  Yet  in  the  midft  of  death  and  grief 

This  thought  our  forrow  fhall  affuage, 
<;   Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live; 
«  Chvift  is  che  fame  thro  ;cvV,    ge." 
^  'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid; 
Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand  ; 
This  earth  grows  old:  thefe  heav'ns  fhall  fade? 

And  all  be  chang'd  at  his  command* 
The  ftauy  curtains  of  the  fky 

Like  garments  fhall  be  laid  afidc; 
But  ftil  thy  ihron.;  ftand&firm  .md.high^ 
Thy  church  for  ever  muft  abide, 
1  a 


soS         psalm   cnr. 

6  Before  thy  face  thy  church  frnll  live, 

And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign; 
Thisdyin^  world  (hall  th  y  furvive, 
And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd  a^ain. 

D 

P  S  A  L  M  103  Vtr.  1—7.  Firjl  Part-  Long  Me 
BUJJmg  God  for  his  Goodnefs  to  Soul  and  Body. 
1    T)  LESS.Omv  foul,  the  living  God, 

X3     Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rote  abroai 

Let  a1!  the  powers  within  me  join 

In  work  and  worftip  fo  divine! 
»  Biels,  O  my  foul,  the  God  of  grace! 

His  favours  claim  thy  higheft  praife; 

Why  fhould  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 

Be  loft  in  filence  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis  he,  my  foul,  that  fent  his  Son 
To  die  for  crimes,  wich  thou  haft  done; 
He  owns  the  ranfom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  Jives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 
And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels; 
Rede  fens  the  foul  from  hell,  and  faves 
Our  vvfefting  lives  from  threat'ning  graves. 

*  Our  youth  decay'd.  his  power  repairs 
His  metcy  crowns  our  growing  years  : 
He  fills  our  ftore  with  ev'ry  good, 
And  feeds  our  fouls  with  heav'nly  food. 

6  He  fees  t  h'  oppreffor  and  the  oppreft, 
And  often  gives  the  fuff'rers  reft; 
But  will  his  juftice  more  difplay 
In  the  laft  great  rewarding  day. 

7  [His  power  he  fhow'd  by  Mofes'  hands, 
And  gave  to  Ifra'l  his  commands; 
But  fent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 
To  all  the  nations  by  his  Son,] 

8  Let  the  whole  earth  his  power  confefs, 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace; 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  (hall  join 
la  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 


PSALM     CIII.  209 

PSALM  103     Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
•W j  gentle  Ckajiifemcnt ;  01  /£$  tender  Mercy  to  his 

People. 
'T'HE  Lord,  how  woiid'rous  are  his  ways? 

How  firm  his  truth  !   how  large  his  grace  I 
He  takes  his  mercy  tor  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 
Not  half  fo  high  his  power  hath  fpiead 
The  dairy  heav'ns  above  our  head, 
-As  bis  rich  love  exceeds  curpraife, 
Exceeds  the  higheil  fjopts  we  raife. 

Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  plac'd 
The  rifir.g  morning  from  the  weft, 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 
How  flow  his  awful  wrath  to  rife  I 
On  fwifter  wings  falvation  flies; 
And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
How  foou  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  \ 
Amidft  his  wrath  compaffion  mines; 
His  ftrokes  are  lighter  than  our  fins; 
And  while  his  rcdcorrccYs  his  fints, 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 
So  fathers  their  young  fons  chaftife, 
"With  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyes  : 
The  children  weep  beneath  thefmait, 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  htart. 

Pause. 

The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and  ju% 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  duft; 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  inioofe 
Beyond  the  ftrength  that  he  bellows. 

He  knows  how  foon  our  nature  dies» 
Blafted  by  ev'ry  wind  that  flies;    > 
Like  g'ais  we  fpring  and  die  as  foon, 
Gr  morDing  flowers  that  fade  at  uoon* 


21  o  PSALM     CIII. 

9  But  his  eternal  love  is  fure 

To  aU  the  faints,  and  (hall  endure  ; 
From  age  to  ape  his  truth  fhall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 
PSALM  103.  Ver.  1—7.  Fir Jl  Part.  Short  Metre; 

Praif:  for  Spiritual  and  Temporal  Mercies* 
1    /^\H  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul! 
v_/   Let  ail  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  blefs  his  name. 
Whole  favors  are  divine. 
X  O  b'.tfs  the  Lord  my  foul ! 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie, 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulnefs; 
And  without  praifes  die. 
g  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins, 

*  Lis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  ficknefTes, 
And  makes  thee  young  againj 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ranfom'd  from  the  grave; 
He  thai  redeem'd  my  foul  from  hell 
Hath  iov 'reign  pow'r  to  fave. 

5  He  fi!  s  the  poor  with  good; 

He  gives  the  fufr'rers  reft ;  ;i 

The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  juftice  for  th'  oppre[r. 

6  Kis  wond'rous  works  and  ways 

H^  made  by  Mofes  known; 
But  lent  the  woild  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  S.<n. 
PSALM  103.  Ver.  8— 18.  Second  Part.  Short  Metres 
Abounding  Companion  of  God;  or,  Mercy  in  the  Midjl  of 

Judgment 
t    1\/TY   foul,  repeat  his  pr,iife, 
1VX  Whofe  mercies  are  fo  great; 
Wbofe  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rile, 
60  ready  to  abate. 


G: 


Hi 


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psalm   cm.        an  x 

od  will  not  always  chide  ; 
And  when  his  ftrokesare  felt, 
H(is  ftrokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 

And  lighter  than  our  guilt, 
tfigh  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd 

Above  the  ground  we  tread. 
So  far  thenches  of  his  grace 

Our  higheft  thoughts  exceed. 
His  power  fubdues  our  fins, 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  weft, 

Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 
The  pity  o»r  the  Lord 

To  thofe  that  fear  his  name, 
lis  fuch  2S  tender  parents  feci ; 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 
He  knows  we  are  but  duft, 

Scatter'd  with  ev'ry  breath  s 
His  anger  like  a  riling  wind 

Can  (end  us  fwift  to  death. 
Our  days  are  as  the  grafs, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower ! 
If  one  fharp  blaft  fweep  o'er  the  field, 

It  withers  in  an  hour. 
But  thy  companions,  Lord, 
To  endlefs  years  endure  ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thv  words  of  promife  fure. 

SALM  103.  Ver.  19— »a.  Third  Part.  Short  Metre 

otTsunivetfal  Dominion;  or,  Angels praifc  the  Lord, 

*-pHE  Lord  the  fov'reign  King, 
1    Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high, 
O'er  all  the  heav'nly  wen  Id  he  suits, 
And  all  beneath  the  fky. 
I  i 


2T2  PSALM    CIV. 

a  Ye  angels  great  in  might, 
And  fwift  to  do  his  will, 
Blcfs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  ye  hear, 
Whofe  pleafure  ye  fulfil. 
3,  Let  the  bright  hofts  who  wait 
The  orders  of  their  King, 
And  guard  his  chiirches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praife  they  fing. 
4  While  all  his  wond'rous  works, 
Thro'  his  vaft  kingdom,  fhow 
Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  foul, 
bhall  fing  his  graces  too. 

PSALM     104.' 

The  Glory  of  God  in  Creation  and  Providence* 

1  A/fY  f°u!'  thy  greaf  Creator  praife; 
1VJL   When  doath'd  in  ins  cekftial  rays, 
He  in  full  may  fly  appears, 
And  like  a  robe  hisglcry  wears. 

Note,  This  Pfd.n,  may  be  Jung  as  the  Tune  of  the  oh 
112th  or  i2yth  P faint,  by  adding  tkefe  two  Lines  h 
tiery  Stanza,  (viz,) 

Great  is  the  Lord  !  what  tongue  can  frame 
An  equal  honour  to  his  name  ? 
{(khirmfe  it  mujlbejung  to  the  100th  P/a/m."] 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  cut  tains  fpread  ; 
Th*  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed  ; 
Clouds  arc  his  chariot  when  he  flies 

On  winged  fiorms  acrofs  the  fkies. 
,3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpires, 

H;s  minifters,  are  flaming  fires; 

And  fwift  as  thought  their  armies  move 

To  bear  his  veng'ance  or  his  love. 
4  The  world's  foundation  by  his  hand 

Js  pois'd,  and  fhall  forever  ftand  : 

He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 

Left  it  Ihould  drown  the  earth  again.- 


5 


F  S  A  L  M     CIV.  213 

5  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  the  flood, 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  ftood, 
He  thunder'd,  and  the  ocean  fled, 
Coi.fin'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  f welling  billows  know  their  bound, 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round  ; 
Yet  thence  convey'd  by  fecret  veins. 
They  fpring  on  hills,  and  drench  the  plain3. 

7  Ke  bids  the  cryftal  fountains  flow, 
And  cheers  the  vallies  as  they  go  ; 
There  gentle  herds  their  thirit  allay, 
And  for  the  (beam  wild  affesbray; 

8  Frsm  pleafant  trees  which  (hade  the  bl 
The  lark  and  linnet  fight  10  drink  : 
Their  fongs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife, 
And  chide  our  filence  in  his  praife. 

Pause     FirfL 

9  God  from  his  cloudy  cittern  pours 
On  thepareh'd  earth  enriching  fhow'rs  : 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  field, 

A\      A  thou fand  joyful  bJeflmgs  yield. 

til  io  He  makes  the  graffy  food  arifei 

And  gives  the  cattle  large  fuoplies  ;  < 

With  herds  for  man  of  various  power, 
To  nourifh  natme,  or  to  cure, 

11  What  noble  Fruit  tht  vines  produce  ! 
The  olive  yields  a  pleafing  juicr  ; 
Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen 'rous  wine, 
His  gifts  proclaim  his  Jove  divine. 

12  His  bounteous  hands  our  table  fpread, 
He  fills  our  cheerful  Mores  wii  h  bread  ; 
While  food  our  vital  llrength  imparts, 
Let  daily  praife  infpire  our  hearts. 

Pause     Second, 
ig  Behold  the  (lately  cedar  ftands 
Rais'd  in  the  forefl  by  his  hands  ; 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  iheltcr  fly, 
And  build  their  nefts  fecure  en  high.  1 5 


3*4  PSALM     CIV, 

J4  To  craggy  hills,  afctnds  the  goat; 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 
The  feeblei  creatures  make  their  cell ; 
He  gives  them  wifdom  where  to  dweH. 
•   15  He  fets  the  fun  his  circling  race, 

Appoint*  tiie  noon  to  change  her  face; 
And  when  thick  darknefs  veils  the  day, 
Calls  out  wild  beef's  to  hunt  their  prey. 
[    16  Fierce  lions  had  their  young  abroad, 
And  roai  ing  afk  their  meat  from  God; 
But  when  the  morning  beams  ariie, 
The  favage  beails  to  coven  flie». 
•J7  The  man  to  daily  labour  goes; 
The  night  was  made  for  hi:  repofe; 
Sleep  is  thy  gift, that  fweet  ret  i 
Piom  tirefome  toil  and  wafting  grief. 
IB  How  ftrangethy  works  !  How  gt eat  thy  fkilll 
ie  ev'ry  land  thv  1  ie'r-ts  fill : 
Thy  wildom  round  the  world  we.  fee, 
'I  his  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 
Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  fifh  in  millions  fwim  and  creep, 
With  wond'rotw  motions,  fwift  or  flow, 
Sail  wand'iing  in  the  paths  below.  ♦ 

30  There  fhips  divide  their  wat'ry  vvay, 
;  flocks  of  tcaly  monfteti  plav; 
The  huge  leviathan  lefides, 
And  fearlefjs  fpcris  amid  the  tides. 

Pause     Third. 

*2.l  Vaft  are  rtiy  virprki  almighty  Lord, 
All  nature  refts  upon  thy  word, 
And  the  whir  Ie  face  rjf  creatures  {knds, 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  bauds. 

g2  While  each  receives  his  tfifPreaf  food, 
Thetr  chtetful  looks  pronounce  it  good  : 
Eagle*  and  bears,  and  whale-  and  worms 
Rejoice  and  prsiic  iu  difFnnt  forms. 


PSAL  M    CV.  2r5. 

tx  But  when  thy  face  is  hid  they  mourn, 
Andd^ingto  their  duft  return  j 

Both  man  and  heart  their  fouls  rehgn  . 
Life,  breach  and  fprit,  all  are  thine. 
24  Yet  thou  canfl  breathe  on  dull  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  beans  and  men ; 
A  word  of  thv  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  waftes  of  time  and  death. 
a5  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might, 
Are  honour'd  with  his  own  delight : 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways  ! 
*Ihe  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praife. 
36  The  earth  (lands  trembling  at  thy  flrok^ 
'    And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  frnoke  ; 
Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face, 
And  tell  their  wants  to  fov'reign  grace* 
a;   In  thee  my  hopes  and  withes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  f-eet ; 
Thy  praiies  fhall  my  breath  employ 
Tiil  it  expire  in  endlefs  joy. 
28  While  haughty  tinners  die  accurfl, 
Then  glory  bury'd  with  their  dull, 
I  to  my  God,  my  heav'nly  King 
Immonai  hallelujah*  ting. 
PSALM     105-     Abridged.    Common  Metre, 

God's  conduct,  to  JJra:!,  and.  the  Plagues  of  EgyfU 
j    f>  IVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
yjX  And  tell  the  world  his  grace; 
Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 
That  ^11  may  feek  his  lace. 

2  His  eoVuant  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  num'rous  ages  palf, 

To  numerous  ages  yet  behind 

In  equal  force  fhall  laft. 

3  Hefware  to  Abr'ana  and  his  ^dj 

And  made  the  bleflings  fure, 
Gennles  the  ancient  piomife  read, 
Aad  find  his  truth  endure, 


A 


2i6  p  s  A  L  M    CV. 

4  «■  Thy  feed  (hall  make  all  nations  hleft. 

"  ^Sa:d  the  Almighty  voice} 

"  Arid  Canon's  land  ftall  be  their  reft 
?  The  type  of  heav'nly  joys." 

5  How  large  the  grant !  how  rich  the  grace  • 

To  give  them  Canaan's  land,      ' 
V.  hm  they  were  ftranger*  in  the  place 
A  imall  and  feeble  band. 

6  Like  pilgrims  ikroughihe countries rataid 

securely  they  remov'd  : 
And  haughty  kings,  that  on  them  frown'd, 
Severely  hereprev'd. 
V  "  Tcuch  mine  anointed,  and  mine  arm 
'*  •Shall  iocn  avenge  the  wrong  ! 
5  The  man  that  does  roy  prophets  harm 
"  Shall  know  their  God  is  flrong." 
8  Then  let  the  zvorid forbear  its  rare 
Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  :     ' 
JfraV  mujt  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 

Pause     Firflv 
*Q  When  Pharoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints, 
And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 
Molts  was  fent  at  their  complaints, 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 
JO  Hecall'd  fordaiknefs:  darknefs  came 
.  Like  an  o'erwhelming  flood  ; 
He  turn'd  each  lake  and  ev'ry  ftream 
To  lakes  and  Ai  earns  of  blood. 

11  He  gave  the  fig n,  and  noifome  flies 

Thro'  the  whole  country  fpread  ; 
And  frogs  in  baleful  armies  rife 
About,  the  monarch's  bed, 

12  Thro'  fields,  and  towns,  and  palaces 

I  her.  tenfold  veng'ance  ficw  ; 
Loculls  in  f warms  devour'd  their  trees 
And  hail  their  cattle  flew. 


PSALM    CV.  217 

[3  Then  by  an  angel's  rnid-night  ftroke 
The  flow'r  of  Egypt  dy*d: 
The  ltrength  of  ev'ry  boufe  he  broke, 

Their  glory  and  their  pride. 
4  Now  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  ; 

JfraH  inujl  live  thro'  ev'ry  age, 

And  be  tit  Amightft  care* 

T  a  u   s   e     Second. 

[5  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  freed, 
And  left  the  hated  ground  ; 
Rich  with  Egyptian  (noils  they  fled, 
Nor  was  one  feeble  found. 

16  The  Lord  himfelf  chofe  out  their  way, 
And  mark'd  their  journeys  right, 

Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night. 

17  They  thirft  ;  and  waters  from  the  rock 
In  rich  abundance  flow, 

And  following  ftill  the  coinfe  they  took, 
Ran  all  the  defart  through. 

a  8  O  wond'rousftream!  O  blefled  type 
Of  ever- flowing  grace  ! 
So  Chrift,  our  rock  maintains  our  life 
And  aids  our  wand'ring  race. 

19  Thus  guarded  by  th'  almighty  hand, 

The  chofen  tribes  poffeft 
Canaan,  the  rich,  the  promis'd  land/ 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  reft. 

20  Then  let  the  zvorld forbear  its  rage^. 

The  church  renounce  her  far  ; 
Ifra'l  mufl  live  thro'  ev'ry  age% 
And  be  the  /.(mighty  >  care. 


2TS         psalm    cvi. 

PSALM  106.  Ver.    i—5.  FiifiPart.    Long  Met! 

Praife  to  God;  or,  Communication  w'lh  Saints. 
I   *jpO   God,  the  great,  the  ever  bleil,. 
I    Let  fongs  of  honour  be  addreil ; 

His  mercy  firm  forever  {tends; 

Give  him  the  thanks  his  Jove  demands, 
£  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ? 

Who  fhall  fulfil  thy  bound  iefs  praife  ? 

Bleft  aie  the  fouls  that  fear  thee  ft  ill, 

.And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chofen  feed; 
.And    with  the  fame  salvation  blefs 
The  mi  auelt.  fup pliant  of  thy  grace. 

4  O  may  I  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And    id  their  triumphs  with  my  voice! 
This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 
Joii/d  to  thv  faints,  and  near  to  thee. 
PSALM  106   Part  1 1.  Ver.  7,  8, 12,  14,  43-48.  S.1V 
ifirael  punjhed  and  pardoned ;  or,   God'i   unchangeab* 

Love. 
1    JT>  OD  of  eternal  love, 

KJ    How   fickle  are  our  ways ! 
And  yet  how  oft  did  Ifra'l  urove 
Try  conliaucy  of  grace  ! 
a  They  faw  thy  wonders  wroughty 
And  then  thy  praife  they  fung; 
But  foon  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot, 
And  m.urmur'd  with  their  tongue- 

3  Now  they  believe  his  woid, 

While  rocks  with  rivers  flow  ; 
Mow  with  their  lufh  provoke  the  Lordj 
And  he  ndue'd  t  em  low. 

4  Yei  wh»n  thev  mourn'd  lh.  ir  faults, 

He  hearken'd  to  their  gr.  ans; 
Brought  his  own  cov'nan.  to  his  thoughts, 
And  cali'd  iheai  fiiii  his  fo&i* 


to 


PSALM    CVH.  sip 

Their  names  were  in  his  book, 

He  fav'd  inem  fn>m  their  foes  ; 
Oft  he  chaitis'd,  but  ne'er  iorlook 

The  peoole  that  he  chofe. 
Let  Ilra'I  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  love  their  anc.tnt  race  ; 
And  chriliians  join  the  folemn  word, 

Amen  to  ail  the  iraife. 
PSALM     107.     FirJI  Part    Long  Metre,. 

Ifrael  led  to  Cinaan,  ar.d'Chripans  to  Heaven. 

C~^   I  V  E  thanks  to  God.  he  reigns  above, 
y   Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love  I 

His  mercy  ages  i.-aft  have  known, 

And  ages  long  to  come  {hail  own. 

Let  the  redeemed  of  the  lord 

The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  j 

Ifra'i,  the  nation  whom  he  chofe, 

And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  foes. 
..[When  God's  alm'ghty  aim  bad  broke 
I  Their  fetters  and  tb' Egyptian  yoke, 

■They  trae'd  the  deferr,  wand'ring  round; 

A  wild  and  folitary  ground  ! 

There  they  could  find  no  leading  road, 

tfor  city  for  their  fix'd  abode; 

!tfor  food  nor  fountain  to  affurge 

Their  burning  thirft,  or  hunger's  rage.l 

fn  their  diilrefs  to  God  they  cry'd, 

*od  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide;  , 

rle  led  their  wand 'ring  march  around 

\nd  brought  their  tribes  to  Canaan's  ground* 

Thus  when  our  firfl  releafe  we  gain 

rom  fins  old  yoke,  and  fa  tan's  chain, 

ffe  have  this  deferr.  world  to  pafs, 

\  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 

le  feeds  and  cloihes  us  all  the  way, 

le  guides  our  fbotfleps  left  v.  e  ftray9 

le  guards  us  with  a  povv'rful  hand 

'  nd  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land. 


220  P  S  A  L  WUn^'II. 

8  O  let  the  faints  with  joy  record 

The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  f 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  { 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM     107.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Correction  for  Sin,  andReleafe  by  Prayer. 

1  T^*-^*  age  to  age  exalt  his  name  , 

X     God  and  his  grace  are  fill i  the  lame: 
He  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  food. 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good. 

2  But  if  their  hearts  rebel  and  rile 
Agatnft  the  God  that  rules  the  fktes; 
If  theX  reJe<a:  ni5  hcav'nly  word, 
A«d  flight  the  eeunfels  of  the  Lord  : 

3  He'il  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground, 
And  no  deliv'rance  fhall  be  found  ; 
Laden  with  grief  thev  wafte  their  breach 
In  darknefs  and  the  fhades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  ci  ies, 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arife, 
And  fearers  all  that  difmal  (hade 
That  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  Lead. 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brafs  in  t  *<->. 
And  lets  the  finning  pris'ners  thro'; 
Takes  off  the  load  or  guiit  £nd  griefj 
And  gives  the  lab'nng  foul  relief. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord! 
How  ^reat  his  works  !  how  kind  bis  ways ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  graife. 
P  S  A  L   M      107.     Tk'rd  part.  Long  Mere. 
htemj  aance  puni/ktd  and  pardoned;  or.  A  PJalm  for 
the  Glutton  and  tke  Drunkard. 
J   T  JA\N  man  onfooiifh  pleafures  bent, 
V     Prepares  for  his  own  pun  i  foment  : 
What  pins,  what  ioaihforr.e  maladies 
From  luxurv  and  iuft  a: 


P.SAL  M    CVII.  -an 

The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wafle; 
Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pkafe  his  talk } 
•Till  all  his  a&ive  pow'rs  are  loft, 
And  fainting  life  draws  near  to  duft. 

3  The  glutton  groans,  and  loaths  to  eat, 
His  loul  abhors  delicious  meat ; 
Nature  with  heavy  loads  oppreft 
Would  yield  to  death  to  be  releas'd. 

4  Then  how  the  frighten'd  Gnners  fly 
To  God  for  help  with  earned  cry  ! 

He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breath, 
And  faves  them  from  approaching  death. 

5  No  med'eines  could  tflecl  the  cure 
ho  quick,  fo  eafy,  or  fo  fure : 
The  deadly  fentence  God  repeals, 

He  fends  his  fov'reign  word,  and  heals.' 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  recoid 
The  wond'reus  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  let  their  thankful  off'ring  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 

PSALM  to?,     Fourth  Fart.     Long  Metres 

Deliverance  from  Storms  and  Shipwreck;  or,  The  Sr«« 
man's  Song. 

1  "\A7OULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 

VV     His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad, 
With  the  bold  mariner  furvey 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  fea. 

2  They  leave  their  native  fhores  belr.nd, 
And  feize  the  favour  of  the  wind  ! 
'Till  God  command,  and  tempefU  rife 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  floes. 

3  Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amaia, 
Now  fink  to  dreadful  deeps  again  ; 
What  ftrange  affrights  young  failors  feel, 
And  like  a  ftagg'ring  drunkard  reel! 


222  P  S  A  L  M     CVII. 

4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Loft" to  all  hope  to  God  they  crv  : 
His  raercy  hears  their  'oud  addrefs, 
And  fends  falvation  in  diltrefs. 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  affuage, 
And  ftormy  tempefts  ceafe  to  rage  ; 
The  glad  feme  train  their  fears  give  o'er 
And  hail  with  joy  their  native  fhore. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rnus  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private  off'rings  bring, 
And  in  the  church  h's  glory  fing. 
PSALM107.     Fifth  Part.     Common  Metre. 

The  Mariner's  PJdm. 
'  'T'HY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 
That  ru!e~the  boifi'rous  fea, 
The  fons  of  crurage  (hall  record, 
Who  tempt  that  dana;'rous  way, 

2  At  thy  command  the  winds  arife, 

And  f-.vell  'he  tow'ring  waves  ! 
The  men  aftonifh'd  mount  the  flues, 
And  fink  in  gaping  graves. 

3  [Asain  they  climb  he  wat'ry  hills, 

And  plunge  in  deeps  again  ; 
Each  like  a  tott'ring  drunkard  reels; 
And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  rempeft  roar. 

They   pant  with  flutt'ring  breath  ; 
And  hopelefs  of  the  diftant  fhore, 
Ex^'cl  immediate  death.] 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raifc  'heir  cries ; 

He  h^ars  the  loud  requeif, 
And  orders  filencethi    'the  fkies, 

And  l«sys  the  floods  to  reif.  *. 

6  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  then  fears, 

And  fee  the  ftoims  allav'd  ; 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears  ; 

There  let  their  vows  be.  paid. 


PSALM     CVII.  22J 

*  'T!s  God  that  brings  them  fafe  to  land  i 
Let  ilupid  morials  know, 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 
8  O  that  the  fons  of  men  would  praife 
The  eoodnefs  of  me  Lord  ! 
And  thole  that  fee  thy  wond'rous  ways. 
Thy  wond'rous  love  record. 
PSALM     107.     Left  Part,     Long  Metre; 
Colonics  planted  ;  or,  Nation  blcji  arM  punjlied. 
1   "1  T  ■•'  HEN  God.  provok'd  with  danng  crimes 
VV'    Scourges  tie  madnefs  of  the  times, 
He  tuins  their  fields  to  barren  (and, 
And  dries  -he  rivers  from  the  hod. 
a  His  word  can  raife  the  fpaags  again, 
And  make  the  wither'd  mountains  green, 
Send  fhow'ry  bleffings  from  the  fkies  ; 
A.d  har  veils  in  the  defert  rile. 

3  [Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beans  of  prey, 
Gr  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 

■  He  b'.ds  th'  oppteft  and  poor  repair, 
And  builds  them  towns  and  chits  there. 

4  They   fow   the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Wkle  yearly  fruits  fuppfies  their  want; 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  flocks, 
Their  wealth  increases  with  iheir  flocks. 

5  Thus  they  aie  bleft  ;    but  if  they  fin, 
He  lets  the  heal  hen  nations  in, 

A    lavage  crew  invades  their  lands, 
Their  piinces  die  by  barb'rous  hands, 

6  Th  ir  captive    fons,  expos'd  to  fcorn, 
Wander  unpity'ci  and   torlorn;  : 

1  he  country  lies  unfere'd,  unuJl  d, 
And  defokttion  ipreads  the  field. 
7  Yet  if  the  hurrb'ed  na;:on  mourn?, 
Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns  : 
Again  he  make*  theii  ckies  thrive, 
And  bidi  the  dying  churches  live. J 


i 


224.      PSALM     CVIII,  CIX. 

8  The  righteous  with  a  joyful  fenfe 
Admire  the  works  of  Providence; 
And  tongues  of  atheiits  fhali  no  more, 
Blafpheme  the  God  that  faints  adore. 

9  How  few  with  pious  care  record 
Thefe  wond'rous  dealings  of  the  Lord  ! 
Bat  wife  obfervers  Uil!  fhall  find 

The  Lord  is  holy,  jufl  and  kind. 

PSALM     108.    Common  Metre. 
A  Song  of  Praife. 

AWAKE,  my  foul  to  found  his  praife 
Awake  my  harp  to  fing; 
Join  ali  my  oow'rs  the  fong  to  raife, 
And  morning  incense  bring. 

2  Among  the  people  of  his  care 

And  ihro'  the  nations  round  ; 

Glad  fongs  of  praife  will  I  prepare, 

And  there  his  name  refound. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  Harry  train; 
Diffufe  thy  heav'nly  grace  abroadi 
And  teach  the  world  thy  reign. 

4  So  fhall  thy  chofen  fons  rejoice, 

And  throng  thy  courts  above; 
Wnile  fmncrs  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice 
And  tatle  redeeming  love. 

PSALM   109  Ver   1 — 5.  oi.«  Common  Metre. 

Love  to  Enemies from  the  Example  oj'ChriJl. 

1  (~^  OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife, 
\JF     Thy  glory  is  my  ton*  ; 
Tho'  (inner*  fpeak  a^ainft  thy  grace 

With  a  blafpheming  tongue. 

2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  maa 

Thy  Son  on  earth  was  found  ; 

With  cruel  flanders  falfe  and  vain 

They  compufs'd  him  around. 


PSALM     CX.  225 

3  Their  mis'ries  his  companion  move, 

Their  peace  he  fti!l  pmfu'd  ; 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufe, 

Yet  with  his  dying  breath 
He  pray'd  for  muid'iers  on  his  crofs, 
And  bltft  his  foes  in  death. 

5  Lord  fhall  thy  bright  example  mine 

In  vain  before  my  eyes  ; 
Give  me  a  foul  a-kin  to  thine, 
To  love  mine  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  fhall  on  my  fide  engage, 

And  in  my  Saviour's  name 

I  fhall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 

Who  flander  and  condemn. 

PSALM     110.     Firji  Part.     Long  Metre. 

ihfift  exalted,  and  Multitudes  converted}  or,  the  Sue- 
cefs  of  the  Gofpel. 

I  ripHUS  God  th' eternal  Father  fpake 

To  Ghrift  the  Son,  "  Afcend  and  fit 
«  At  my  right  hand,  'till  1  fhall  make 
•«  Thy  foes fubmifiive at  thy  feet. 

g  »  From  Sion  fhall  thy  word  proceed, 
«  Thy  word,  the  fceptre  in  thy  hand, 
•««  Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels-bleed, 
«  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  *«  That  day  fhall  fhow  thy  pow'r  is  great, 

«  When  faints  fhall  flock  with  willing  minds, 

II  And  fisners  croud  thy  temple-gate,     > 
«*  Where  bolinei's  in  beauty  mines/' 

4  "  O  bleffed  Pow'r!  O  glorious  day  ! 
'«  What  a  large  vict'ry  fhall  enfue; 

"  And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obex-, 
'*  Exceed  the  drops  ot  morning  dew. 


226  P  S  A  S  M    CX. 

PSALM     <io.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
The  Kii.^  ion  and  Pticjlhood ofChri/t. 

1  '"p'HUS  the  great  Lord  dfeartb  and  'ea 

A     Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thiis  be  iwore  j 
"  Eternal  (hall  thy  prufthood  be, 
**■  And  change  from  hand  ta  hand  no  mere. 

2  "    Aaion,  and  all  his  fons  mult  die: 
*«   But  everlafling  life  is  thine, 

"  To  fave  forever  thoie  that  fly 
"  For  refuge  fiom  the  wrath  olivine, 
•o  «   By  me  Mclchifedec  was  made 
«  On  earth  a  king  and  prieft  a:  once; 
««  And  thou.  m\  heav*nly  Prieft  (halt  plead, 
«  And  thou,  my  King,  fhalt  rule  my  tons.'* 

4  Jefus  the  Prieft  afcends  his  throne, 
While  counitls  or  eternal  pe?ce, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  honour  andfuccefs. 

5  Thro*  the  whole  earth  hie  reign  (hall  fpread, 
Ann  cmih  the  pow'rst  at  dare rebel: 
Then  fhah  he- judge  the  tiling  dead, 

And  fend  the  guilty  word  to  hell. 

6  Tho'  while  he  treads  hisglonous  way, 
He  drinks  the  cup  of  threats  and  blood, 
The  fuff  rings  of  that  dreadful  day 
Shall  bin  advance  him  near  to  God. 

PSALM     no     Common  Metre* 

drift's  Kingdom  and  Pricflkood. 
8     TESUS,  ourLo-d  afcend  thy  throne, 
J     And  near  thy  Father  fit; 
In  Sion  fhailthv  pow'r  be  known, 
And  make  :hy  foes  fubrnit. 
%  What  wonders  (hall thy  golpeldo! 
Thy  converts  fhall  fin 
The ourn'roys  drops  of  morning-dew, 
And  own  thy  !ov5reigni,!ace« 


PSALM    CXI.  227   - 

a  God  hath  pronounc'd  a  firm  decree, 
No-  changes  wnac  he  twore  ; 
"  Eternal  ihall  thy  priefthood  be, 
«•  When  Aaron  is  no  more 

4  "Mrlchitrdec,  that  wond'rous  prieft, 

.<  That  king  or   high  degree, 
•«  That  holy  man  who  Abra'm  Weit 
"  Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 

5  Jefus  our  prieft  for  ever  lives 

To  plead  for  us  above  ; 
lefts  our  Kieg  tor  ever  gives 
The  bleffings  of  his  love. 

6  God  (hall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 

And  h)s  high  thiene  maintain, 
Shall  ftrifce  the  pow'rs  and  princes  deads 
Who  dareoppofe  his  reign. 
PSALM     lit.     Firjt  Part.     Common  Metre, 

The  IViJdom  of  God  in  his  Works, 
i    QONGSof  liMTioriai  praifehelong 
O     •  o  my  Almighty  God  ; 
He  .'as  my  heart  and  he  my  tongue 
To  Ipread  his  name  abroad. 
2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought} 
how  glorious  in  our  &ght  \ 
And  men  in  ev'rv  age  have  iought 
His  wonders  with  delight, 
g  How  fair  and  beauteous  nature's  frame  .! 
How  -.vie  the  eternal  mind  \ 
Hiscoonfels  never  change  the  Icheme 
That  his  firit  thoughts  defign'd. 

4  When  he  r<deem'd  hischofen  fons, 

He  fix'd  his  cov'nant  )ure\ 
The  otder a  that  his  i'ps  p  onounce, 
To  endlefs  years  endure 

5  Naum  <md  time,  and  earth  and  fkie$> 

Thy  heav'niy  fkill  proclaim, 
What  Ihall  we  do  to  make  us  wife; 
Sut  icaxn  to  lead  tby  name  ? 

I 


a2S        PALM    CXI,  CXII. 

6  To  fear  thy  pow'r,  to  truft  thy  grace. 
Is  our  clivineft  {kill ! 
And  he's  the  wifeft  of  our  race 
That  beft  obeys  thy  will. 
PSALM     til.    Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 

The  Ptrjetlions  of  God. 
\   f^  REAT  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of  might 
V_T   Demand  our  nob  left  fongs  ; 
Let  his  aflcmbled  faints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  children  food. 
And  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 
He  makes  his  promife  good. 

3  His  Son  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  Seal  his  cov'nant  lure  : 
Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 
His  ways  are  juft  and  pure.     - 

4  They  that  would  grow  divinely  wife, 

Muft  with  his  fear  begin  ; 
Our  faireft  proof  of  knowledge  lies, 
In  hating  ev'ry  fin, 

PSALM     U2.     As  the  113th  Plafm, 

The  Bkjings  of  the  liberal  Man. 
i   '""THAT  man  is  bleft  who  (lands  in  awe, 

■*-    Of  God  and  loves  his  facred  law  : 

His  feed  on  earth  fhall  be  renown'd  ; 
His  houfethe  feat  of  wealth  mall  be, 
And  unexhaufted  treafury, 

And  with  fucceffive  honours  crown'd. 
n  His  lib'ial  favours  he  extends, 
To  lome  ho  gives;  to  others  lends  ; 

A  gen'rous  pity  fills  his  mind} 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  faves  by  prudence  in  affairs, 

And  thus  he's  jaft  to  all  mankind. 


PSALM    CXII.  229 

5  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  beftow'd. 
His  glory's  future  fnrveft  fow'd  ; 

The  fwcet  remembrance  of  the juft 
Like  a  green  root  revives  and  bears 
A  train  of  bleffings  for  his  heirs, 
When  dying  nature  fleeps  in  dull, 

I  Befet  with  threat'ning  dangers  round, 
Uumov'd  fhall  he  maintain  his  ground  : 

His  confcienee  holds  his  courage  up  : 
The  foul  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light, 
Shines  brighteft  in  afm&ion's  night: 

And  fees  in  darknefs  beams  of  hope; 

Pause. 
j  [IH  tidings  never  can  furprife 
His  heart  that  fix'd  oft  God  relies, 

Though  waves  and  tempefts  roar  around  ; 
Safe  on  the  rocks  he  fits  and  fees 
'The  fhipwreck  of  his  enemies, 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  drows'de 
jl  The  wicked  fhall  his  triumph  fee, 
And  gnafh  th  ir  teeth  in  agony, 

To  find  their  expectations  crofs'd  : 
They  and  their  envy,  pride  and  fpiie, 
Sink  down  to  everlafling  night, 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  loft.] 

PSALM     11  i.     Long  Metre. 
The  BUJfmgs  of  the  Pirns  and  Charitable. 
'"pHRlCE  happv  man  who  fears  the  Lord, 
-*-     Loves  hia  commands   and  trulls  his  word? 
Honour  and  peace  his  da^s  attend, 
And  bleffings  to  his  feed  defcend. 

Compaflion  dwells  uoon  fci'S  mi.'-.d, 
To  woiks  of  mercy  (till  ificiin'd  ; 
He  lends  the  poo/ -fome  pre^jutaid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 
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2:0  PSAL  m    cxn. 

3  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  (pread 
Thai  fiU  his  neighbours  round  with  dread, 
His  heart  isarm'd  againft  the  fear, 

For  God  with  all  his  pow'r  is  there. 

4  His  fpirit  hVd  upon  the  Lord 

D  awsheav'nly  courage  from  his  word  ; 
Amidft  the  caikneis  light  (hall  rife, 
To  cheer  his  heart  and  blefs  his  eyes  . 

5  He  hath  difpers'd  his  alms  abroad, 
His  works  are  iiill  before  his  God; 
His  r.ame  on  earth  fhall  long  remain, 
While  envious  turners  rage  in  vain. 

PSALM     112.     Common  Metre. 
Liberality  rewarded. 

HA  P  P  Y  ;s  he  that  fears.the  Lord, 
.And  follows  his  commands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 
2  A  sp'uy  dwells  within  his  breaft 
Toal!  thefonsofneed; 
So  God  fha1.'  anfwer  his  requeft 
With  bleflingjs  on  his  feed. 
,  No  evil  tiding  mail  furprife, 
His  well  eftablifh'd  mind  ; 
Bis  foul  to  God,  his  refugefttes.; 
Ar.d  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

A  In  times  of  danger  and  £*<{'«& 
4       Some  beams  ol  tight  fhall  fhme 

To  IK-w  the  world  his  righteeulnefs, 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 
r  His  wovks  cl  piety  and  love 
J       Remain  before  the  Lord; 
Honour  on  etith  and  joys  above 
Shall  be  his  fuxeie ward, 


PSAL  M    CXIIf.  231 

PSALM     113,     Proper  Tune. 
The  Majefty  and  condefcenfion  of  Godt 

YE  that  delight  to  fcrve  the  Lord, 
The  honours  of  his  namerecords 
His  facred  name  for  ever  blefs  : 
■^'here'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
His  rifing  beams  or  fetting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  feas  his  pow'r  confefa, 
I  Not  time  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vaft  dominion  bounds  : 

The  heav'ns  are  far  beneath  his  height? 
Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 
Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  mighty 
I  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hofts  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things  J 
His  fov'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  fcafs  them  on  the  throne  of  King&> 
i  When  childlefs  families  defpair, 
He  fends  the  nleffings  of  an  heir, 
To  refcue  their'expiring  name; 
The  mother  with  a  thankful  voice 
Proclaims  his  praifes  and  her  joys  ; 
Let  ev'ry  age  advance  his  fame. 

PSALM     113,     Long  Metro, 
Godfovereign  and  gracious. 

YE  fervants  of  the  almighty  Kingi 
In  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  Ting  ; 
Where'er  the  fun  (hall  life  or  fet, 
The  nations  fhall  his  praife  repeat,. 
Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  fky, 
His  throne  of  Glory  (lands  on  high  ; 
Nor  time,  nor  place,  his  pow'r  teitrainj. 
Nor  bound  his  univerfal  reign. 
K  a. 


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Z*2  PSALM    CXIV. 

3  Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam  dare, 
Or  angels  with  their  God  compare  ? 
His  glorii  s  how  divinely  bright, 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light! 

4  Benold  his  love  ;  he  ftoops  to  view 
What  faints  above,  and  angels  do; 
.And  cond-fcends  ye    more,  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below. 

5  From  dull  and  cottages  obfeure 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor  ! 
Gives  them  the  honour  of  his  fons, 
And  fiisthem  tor  their  heav'nly  thrones. 

6  [A  word  of  his  creating  voice 
Can  make  the  barren  houfc  rejoice  : 
Tho'  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  paft, 
The  promis'd  feed  is  born  at  lalt. 

7  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  fon, 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done  ; 
Faith  mav  grow  itrong  when  fenfe  defpairs  : 
If  nature  fails,  the  promife  bears. J 

PSALM      114-     Long  Metre. 

Miracles  attending  If  tad's  Journey. 

,    XT  THEN  lfra'1,  fieed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
V  V     Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land, 
The  tribes  with  cheerfu'  homage  own, 
Their  kiog  and  Judah  was  his  throne, 

3   Aerofs  the  deep  their  journey  lav  ; 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way  ; 
Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled 
With  backward  current  to  his  head. 

3  The  moun'ains  (hook  like  frighted  (keep, 
Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap! 
Not  Sinai  on  her  bale  could  ftand, 
Confcious  of  fov'reign  power  at  hand. . 


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PSALM     CXV.  233 

4  What  powei  could  make  the  deep  divide? 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  Hue  ? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills? 

And  whence  the  dread  thai  Sinai  fircl&f 

5  Letev'iy  mountain,  ev'ry  flood 
Retire  and  know  the  approaching  God, 
The  King  of  Ifracl ;   fee  him  here  ; 
Tremble  thou  earth  adore  and  fear. 

6  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns, 
The  rock  to  (landing  pools  he  turns  ; 
Flints  fpring  with  fountains  at  his  woid, 
And  fire;,  and  feas  confefs  the  L«rd. 

PSALM      115.     Tirft  Metre. 
The  True  God  our  Refuge  >'  elr,  Idolatry  reproved. 

1    TVf^^ to  ouv^elves'  wll°  are  ^al  ^u^' 
IN    Not  to  ourielves  is  glory  due, 

EtcTral  God,  thou  only  juft, 

Thou  only  gracious,  wiie  a;:d  true. 

2  Difplay  to  earth  thy  dreadful  name  ; 
Why  mould  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 

Infult  us,  and  to  iaife  oui  (basse, 

Say,  «>  Where's  the  God  you've  lexv'd  fo  long?'5 

3  s  he  God  we  fervc  maintains  his  throne, 
Above  the  clouds,  beyond  'he  fktcs, 
Thro'  all  the  card;  his  will  is  done, 

He  kuows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 

4  But  the  vain  idols'  they  adoie 

Are  fcflfelefs  Shapes  of  (tone  ard  wood  : 
Ai  heft  a  roafs  ot  gRtt'ring  ore, 
A  fil.e;  faint,  ,91  golden  god. 

5  [With  eyes  and  ears,  they  carve  the  head  ; 
Deaf  are  their  cars,  their  eyes  aie  blind  J 
In  vain  are  coilly  off'iings  made, 

'    And  vows  aie  feattei'd  in  the  vvtr.J. 
*  3 


234  PSALM    CXV. 

6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 
Nor  hands  to  fave  when  mortals  pray; 
Mortals  that  pay  them  tear  or  love, 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

7  O  Ifrael;  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  reft  ! 
The  Lord  (hall  build  thy  tuins  up, 
And  blefs  the  people  and  the  prieft. 

8  The  dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  praife, 
They  dwell  in  filence  in  the  gr.ve; 

But  we  fliall  live  to  Gog  thy  g'ace, 
.And  tell  the  worlds  thy  pow'r  to  fave* 
PSALM  115.  Second  Metre.    As  the  new  tune  of 
the  50th  Pfalm.     Idolatry  reproved. 

1    XT  Or  to  our  names,  thou  only  juit  and  true, 
l\    Not  to  our  worthless  names  is  g'ory  due; 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  juftice  claiir 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  fov'reign  name; 
Shine  thro'  the  earth  from  heav'n  thy  bleft  abode 
Nor  let  the  heathens  fay  ;  "  Where  is  your  God  ?' 

sHeav'n  is  thine  higher  court;  there  ftands  thy  throne 
And  thro'  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done: 
God  fram'd  this  earth,  the  fbxny  heav'ns  he  fpread 
Bur  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  mrde  ; 
The  kneeling  croud,  with  locks  devout  behold 
Their  Glver-faviours.,  and  their  faints  of  gold. 

3  ("Vain  are  thofe  artful  fhapes  of  eyes  and  cars; 
The  molten  image  neither  fees  nor  hears  . 
Their  hinds  are  helplefs.nor  their  feet  can  move 
They  have  no  fpeech,nor  thought,  nor  powers  no 

love ; 
Yet  fottifh  mortals  make  their  long  complaints 
To  their  deaf  idols,  and  their  Jilclefs  faints 

4  The  rich  have  ftatues  well  adorn*  d  with  gold; 
The  poor  content  with  gods  of  coarfer  mould, 

"  With  teols  of  iron  ca<-ve  the  fenfelefs  ftock 
Lopt  from  a  treey  or  broken  from  a  rock  ; 
People  and  prieft  drive  on  the  folemn  trade, 
And  truft  the  gods  thai  faws  and  hammer*  made] 


PSALM     CXVI.  235 

c  Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd  !  '  Tis  hard  to  fay       - 
Which  are  moft  flnpid,  or  their  gods,  ortney, 
O  lfrael,  truR  the  Lord  :  he  hears  ana  fees, 
He  knows  thy  farrows  and  refipres  thy  peace  : 
His  worfhip  does  a  thoufand  comforts  yield, 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thine  heav  nly  &iel4. 
6  In  God  wetruft  ;  our  impious  foes  in  vain 
Attempt  our  luin  and  oppole  his  reign  ; 
Had  they  prevail'd,  darknefs  had  clos  d  our  days, 
And  death  and  filence  had  forbid  his  pile  : 
But  we  are  fav'd  and  live:    let  fangs  anle, 
And  Sion  blefs  the  God  that  built  the  fkies. 
PSALM     116.     FirjlPart.     Common  Metre- 
Recovery  (rem  Sicknef*. 
1   T  Love  the  Lord  :  he  heard  my  cies, 
J.-  And  pity'd  ev'ry  groan, 
Long  as  I  live  when  troubles  rife, 
I'll  hafiento  his  throne. 
a  I  lov'd  the  Lord  ;  hebow'd  his  ear, 
And  chas'd  my  griefs  away, 
O  let  my  heart  no  more  de'p^jfi 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  ! 

3  My  flefh  declin'd.,  my  fpir'tts  reli, 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead,       _ 
While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of.  hell 
Perplex  my  wakeful  head. 

4  «  My  God,  I  cry'd,  thy  ferVant  fave, 

M  Thou  ever  good  and  j'uft  \ 
"  Thy  power  can  refqie  fiorn  the  grave, 
«  Thy  power  is  all  my  truft." 

5  The  Lord  beheld  my  fare  diftrefs, 

•He  bade  my  pains  rem.6»«  : 
Return,  my  foul,  to  God  thy  re'd, 
For.  thou  halt  known  his  love. 

6  My  Gcd  hath  fav'd  my  foul  trorn  death, 

And  dry'd  my  falling  tears; 
Now  to  his  praile  I'll  'pend  my  breath. 

And  my  remaining  years,  K  4. 


2?6      PSALM     CXVI,  CXVII. 
PSALM  i  iff.  V*r.  1 2,  &c.  &ra»4  P^rf.  Com,  Metre? 

Tkavksfor  private  Deliverances.  - 

3   \A7HAT  fha11  *  rcnderto  ™y  God 
V  V      For  all  his  kindners  fhown  ? 
My  feet  fhall  vifn  thine  abode, 
My  Tongs  addrefs  thy  throne. 
£   Among  the  faints  that  fill  thine  hou£, 
My  off'rings  fhall  be  paid  ; 
Theie  fhall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows, 
My  foul  in  anguifh  made. 

3  How  much  is  rrercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever  bleflcd  G  od  ! 
flow  dear  thy  fervants  in  thy  fight  ? 
Mow  precious  is  their  blood? 

4  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me! 
Mv  life,  which  thou  haft  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Nor  fhall  my  purpofe  move  ; 
i'hv  hand  harh  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  mc  with  thy  love.. 
o    here-  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 
A  rd  thy  rich  grace  record ; 
Wiuirft,  ye  iaints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  i  for  fake  the  Lord. 

PSALM    it7.     Common  Metic 
Fraijcto  Godpom  all  Nations. 

OA11  ve  nations  praifethe  Lord, 
Lacb  with  a  difFreat  tongue  j 
In  ev'ry  language  learn  his  woid, 
And  let  his  rt^mt  be  fung. 
i.  Ills,  mercy  reigns  thro'  ev'ry  land; 
Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  ; 
Forever  fiim  his  truth  thai)  Rand  J 
Praife  ye  the  iaiibfui  God, 


PSALM    CXVII.  CXWI.  237 

PSALM     117-     LonS  Metre' 
t    TT'ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  Ikies 
i.     Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  lung 
Thro'  ev'ry  land  by  ev'ry  tongue, 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 

Thy  praifr;  fhai!  found  from  fliore  to  fhore9 
Till  fans  mall  rife  and  fet.no  more. 

PS    *    L  M     117.     Short  Metre.' 
l.npHY  name,  almighty  Lord, 

A     Shall  found  thro'  diffant  lands  :  . 
Gieat  is  thy  grace,  and  fure  thy  words  . 
Thy  truth  for  ever  ftands,  . 

3  Far  be  thine  honour  fpread, 

And  long  thy  praife  endure, 
Till  morning  light  and  ev'ning  Ihade 
Shall  be  exehang'd  no  more. 
PSALM   118, "-Fri/i  Part.  Ver.  6— 15.  Com,  Metre* 

Ddkeranczfrom  a  Tumult. 
1   '"THE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 
Nor  is  myfai'.h  afraid 
What  ail  the  fons  of  earth  can  do,  • 

Since  hsav'u  affords  me  aid. . 
'Tis  fafcr,:.L';-rd,  to  h&pe  in  thee, ' 

And  have  my  God  my  fiiend, 
Than  truft  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  oiuhti:  truth  depend. 

3  Tis  thro'  the  Lord  my  heart  is  ftrong. 

In  him  my  lips  rejoice; 
Wi  iie  his  fa)  aticn  is  ray  fong, 
How  cheerful  is  my  voice! 

4  .Like  angry  bees  they  girt. me  round; 

When  God  appears  ftxty  fly  : 
So  burning  thorns  with  crack'ling  found  1 
Make  a  fierce  blaze,  and  die, 
K.5 


233         PS^LM    CXVITI. 

5  Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs; 
The  Lord  protects  their  days ; 
Let  Ifra'l  tune  immortal  (orgs 
To  his  Almighty  grace. 
PSALM  I  iS.  Second  Part.  Ver.  17—  ai.  Com.  Metre* 

Public  Praife  for  Deliverance  from  Death. 
i    T    ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  feivant  cry, 
\  j  And  refcu'd  from  the  grave; 
Now  fhall  he  live;  (and  none  can  die, 
If  God  refolve  to  fave.) 

2  Thy  praife  more  cooflant  than  before, 

Shall  fill  his  daily  breath  ; 
Thy  hand  that  hath  chafti&'d  him  fore, 
Defends  him  {fill  from  death. 

3  Open  the  gates  of  Sion  now, 

For  we  (hall  worfhip  there, 
The  houfe  where  all  the  righteous  go 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4  Among  th'  aflemblies  of  thy  faints 

Our  thankful  voice  we  raife  ; 
There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints) 
And  there   we  fpeak  thy  praife. 
PSALM  118.  Part  III.   Ver.  a?,  23.  Com.  Mctrf, 

Ckrifiihe  Foundation  of  the  Church. 
*   T>  EHOLD  the  fure  foundation  Stone 
J3   Which  God  in  Sion  lays, 
To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praife. 
t  Chofen  of  God  to  finnersdear, 
And  faints  adore  the  name, 
They  truft  their  whole  falvation  here, 
Nor-fhall  they  fuffer  ftiame. 
3  The  foolifh  builders,  fcribc  and  prieff, 
Rejeft  it  with  dirdain; 
firm  on  :his  Rock  the  church  fhall  reft, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 


PSALM    CXVIIT.  *39 

4  What  *o<  the  gates  of  hell  withftood, 
*       Yet  mutt  this  building  rile ; 

'Tisthy  own  work,  Almighty  God, 
And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes. 
PSALM  »8.^nV.Ve,M.*6.  Co- Meu* 

Hofa„»ak;  totHM*,  °<,ChriJl<s  ft/intf-r 

and  our  Salvation, 
I  nfHIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
JL     Recalls  the  hours  his  own; 
Letheav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praife  furround  the  throne. 
a  To  day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead; 
And  fatan's  empire  fell ; 
To  day  the  faints. his  triumph  fpiead,. 
And  ail  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Kofannah  to  the  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son, 
Help  us,  O  Lord,  defcend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  BTeft.be  '.he  Lord  who  comes  to  man 

b  meffages  of  grace  ; 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name,. 
To  fave  our  finful  race. 

t    Ho'annah  in  the  highefl  foams 
The  church  on  earth  can  rail'.  ; 
The  high'ert  heav'nfc, ifi  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praife.  - 

P  S  A  L  M     i»8.     Vcr.  22—27.    Short  Metre:. 
An  EejannakJ&  (he  Lord's  Dr.   ;  of,  AnewS6k£ 
of  Salvation  by  ihnjl. 
t     Q  '■  E  what  a  living  S'.ooe 
O     I'  e  builders  did  re'u'e  : 
Yet  G;id  hath  bnilt  his  church  thereon 
of  envious  jews. 


~24o  P  S  L  M    CXVI1I. 

2  The  fcribe and  angry  prieft 
Rejedf  thine  only  Son  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  (hall  Sion  reft, 
As  the  chief  corner-ftone. 
g  The  work,  O  Lord  is  thine, 
And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes  ; 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
•  This  day  did  Jefus  rife. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  dry 

That  our  Redeemer  made  : 
Let  lis  rejoice  and  fing,  and  pray, 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hofannah  to  the  King 

Of  David's  royal  blood; 
BJefs  him,  ye  faints,  he  comes  to  biing 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  blefs  thine  holy  word 

Which  all  this  grace  difplays ; 
And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  facrifice  of  praife. 

PSALM     n8^r.  22  —  27.    Long  Metre 
An  Hqfunnak  for  the  Lord's  Day;  or,  A  new  Song  §f 
Salvation  byChrijl. 
2    1      O!  what  a  glorious  Corner- ftone 
JL.*  The  Jewifh  builders  did  refute  .* 
But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  fpite  of  tnvyand  the  Jews. 

2  Grea"  God,  thy  work  is  all  divine, 
1  he  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ; 
This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine/ 
The  day  that  faw  cur  Saviour  rife. 

3  Sinners  reiaice,  and  faints  be  glad  ; 
Hofannah,  let  his  naire  be  bteft; 
A  thoufand  honours  on  his  head, 
With  f  eace,  and  light,  and  glory  reft! 


PSALM    CXIX.  2  .\x 

.4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 

Salvation  to  our  dying  race  ; 

Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  king 

With  hearts  of  joy,  and  fongs  of  prai.fe.. 

\1  have  colletled  and  difpofcd  of  therojl  ufefulVtrfes 
of  the  uqfA  Pfalm,  under  tighten  different  Heads,  and 
formed  a  Divine  Son-  upon  tach  of  them.  Bui  the  Vet- 
Jes  are  much  tranfpcfcd,  to  attain  fome  Degree  oj  Ccnnex- 

m'ln  fome  Places,  among  the  Words  U^,  Commands, 
judgments,  Teftirconies,  I  have  ufea  Gofpel,  \\  ord, 
Grace,  Truth,  Promil'es,  £?c  as  more  agreeable  to  the 
Ntzo-Tt /lament,  and  the  common  Language  of  thrijtian', 
and  it  equally  anfuers  the  Defign  of  the  Pialmift,  which 
[2vas  to  recommend  the  Holy  Scriptures.] 

PSALM   119.     FirJIPart.     Common  Metre. 
The  Blejfednefs  oj  Saints,  and  Mif.ry  cf  Sinners. 
'Verfe  1,  2,3. 
1    T3  LEST  are  the  undefil'd  in  heart, 
JLJ      Whofe  ways  are  right  and  clean 
Wno  never  from  thy  law  depart, 
But  fly  fiom  ev'ry  fin, 

•2   Biefl  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word, 
And  prafti'e  thy  commands; 
With  their  whole  heart  they  feck  the  Lord, 
Aid  ferve  thee  with  their  hands. 
Verfe  165. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law  ; 

How  firm  their  fouls  abide; 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  Heady  feet  afide. 

Verfe  6. 

4  Then  {hall  my  heart  ha*e  inward  joy. 

And  keep  my  face  from  fhame, 
When  all  thy  Uatutes  I  obey, 
And  honsur  all  thy  name. 


242  P  S  A  L  M    CXIX. 

Verfe  21,  118. 

5  But  haughty  Tinners  God  will  hate, 

The  proud  fhail  die  accurft; 
The  ions  of  falfehood  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  dull. 

Verfe  jig,  155. 

6  Vile  as  the  drofs,  the  wicked  are; 

And  thore  that  leave  thy  ways, 
Shall  fee  faivation  from  afar, 
But  never  tafte  thy  grace. 

PSALM     119.     Second  Part. 

Secret  Devotion  and  Spiritual  Mindednefs  ;  or,  Conic 
Ccmerfe  with  Gcd. 

Verfe   147,  55. 

1    TO  thee,  before  'he  dawning  light, 
x     My  gracious  God  I  pray  ; 
I  meditate  <hy  name  by  night, 
Arid  keep  thy  law  by  day. 

Verfe  81. 

fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grsce, 
Thy  prorr.ife  beats  me  ud  ; 
And  while  faivation  long  delays 
Thy  word  fupports  my  hope. 
Verfe   1  S4. 

3  Seven  times  a  day  1  lift  my  hands, 

And  pay  my  ihanks  ta  thee, 
Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praife  from  ir.e. 

Verfe  62. 

4  When  midnight  darkness  veils  the  £fciei; 

I  ca!l  thy  works  to  mind  ; 
My  thoughts  in  waim  devotion  rife, 
And  iweet  acceptance  find. 


PSALM    CXIX.  243 

PSALM    1 19.     Third  Part. 
PrcfefmsoJ  Sincerity,  M  and  Obedience. 

JJ}  Verfe  57,  60. 

j   T^HOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God ; 
1    Soon  as  I  know  thy  way 
My  heart  makes  hafte  t'  obey  thy  word, 
And  fuffers  no  delay, 

Verfe  30,   14. 
s  I  choofe  the  path  of  heay'nly  truth9 
And  glory  in  my  choice ; 
Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  to  rejoice. 
«  The  testimonies  of  thy  grace 

I  fet  before  mine  eyes  ; 
B  'Thence  I  derive  my  daiy  ftrength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 
Verfe  59. 
4  If  once  1  wander  from  thy  path, 
1  think  upon  my  ways, 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  truft  thy  pard'nmg  grace. 
Verfe  94,  1 1 4- 
c  Now  am  I  thine,  fcr  ever  thine. 
O  fave  thy  fervant,  Lord  ! 
Thou  art  my  fhield,  my  hiding  place, 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 
Verfe  112. 
6  Thou  haft  inclin'd  this  heart  of  mine 
Thy  ftatutes  to  fulfil ; 
And  thus  till  mortal  life  fhall  end 
Would  I  perform  thy  will. 

PSALM    119.     Fourth  Part. 
lnjlruSion  jrom  Scripture. 
OW  fhall  the  young  fecuie  their  hearts, 
^   And  guard  their  lives  from  fin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choiceit  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  conference  clean. 


•H' 


244  P  S  A  L  M     CXIX. 

Verfe   130. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  fprcads  fuch  light  abroad, 
The  meaneft  fouls  inll.uaion  find, 
And  raife  their  thoughts  to  God. 
Verfe  105. 

3  'Tis  like  the  fun,  a  heav'nly  light 

That  guides  us  all  the  day  ;° 
And  thro'  the  dangers  of  the  ni^ht, 
A  Lmp  to  lead  our  v\ay. 

Vcr'egg,  100. 

4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wilerthan  their  teachers  a-e, 
And  beiter  know  the  Lord. 
Verfe  104,   113. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife, 

I  hate  the  Tinners  road  ; 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  life 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 

Verfe  89 ;  90,  91. 
5  [The  ftan y  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 
The  earth  maintains  her  place; 
And  ihefethy  (ervants,  night  and  dsy, 
Thy  fkill  and  pow'r  exprefs. 

7  ;  But  ftiH  thy  law,  and  gofpe] ,  Lord, 

Have  JefFons  more  divine; 
Not  eauh  Hands  fi.mer  than  thy  word 
Nor  ftaTs  fo  nob;y  Gnne.l 

Verfe  160,   140,  9,  tl6.. 

8  Thy  word  h  eveilafiing  truth, 

How  pure  is  e.v'ry  page  ! 
That  holy  book  mail  guide  ear  youth,  . 
And  well  fcpport  our  age. 


PSAL  M     CXIX.  24J 

PSALM     119.     Fifth  Part. 

Delight  in  Scripture;  or,  the  Word  of  God  dwelling 
in  us, 

Verfe  07. 

1  /~*v  H. how  I  love  thy  holy  law  ! 
V>    '  Tis  daily  my  delight  ; 
And  thence  my  meditatiuns  draw 

D'iviuc  advice  by  night. 

Verie  14  3. 

2  Mv  wakins  eyes  prevent  the  day 

To  meditate  thy  word  : 
Mv  foul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gofpel,  Lord. 

Verfe  3,  13,  54. 

3  Thy  heav'nly  words  my  heart  engage, 

And  well  employ  my  tongue, 
And  in  mytirefome  pilgrimage 
Yield  me  a  heav'nly  long. 
Verfe  igs   103. 

4  Am  I  a  granger,  or  at  home, 

'Tis  my  perpetual  reaft,; 
Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb 
So  much  allures  the  taile. 

Veife  72,  127. 

5  No  treafures  fo  enrich  the  mind  ; 

Nor  ihal!  thy  word  be  fold 

Tor  loads  of  filver  well  refin'd, 

Nor  heaps  of  choicefi  gold. 

Vetfe  28,  40,  17.5- 

6  When  nature  finks,  and  fpirits  droop, 
Thy  promifes  of  grace 

Are  pillars  t©  fupportmy  hope, 
And*there  I  write  thy  praife,- 


246  P  3  A  L  M     CX1X. 

PSALM     119.     Sixth  Part. 
Holinefs  and  Comfort  from  the  Word.     Verfe  ia8. 

1  V    ORD,   1  elteem  thy  judgments  sight, 
A  J    And  all  thy  ftatutes  juft; 

Thence  I  maintain  3  confront  fi°ht 
With  ev'ry  flatt'ring  lull. 
Verfe  97,  9, 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  furvey ; 

I  keep  thy  law  in  fight 
Thro'  all  ihe  bufinefs  of  the  day, 
To  form  my  acVions  right. 
Verfe  6i. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  filence  cries, 

"  How  fweet  thy  comforts  be;" 
My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rife, 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee, 
Verfe   162. 

4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill, 

At  fome  good  word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  n»f  n  that  fhare  the  fpoil, 
Have  joys  compar'd  to  mine. 

PSALM     119.     Seventh  Putt. 
*  *f  erf cftion  of  Nature,  and  Perfedion  tfScr: 
Verfe  96.     Paraphrafed. 

1  E  T  all  the  heathen  writers  jvjin 
-Li  To  form  one  perfeft  book, 

Gerat  God,  if  once  compar'd  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look. 

2  Not  the  mod  perfect  rules  they  gave 

Could  fhew  one  fin  forgiv'n  : 

Nor  lead  a  ftep  beyond  the  grave, 

But  thine  conduct  to  heav'n. 

3  I've  ken  an  end  to  what  we  call 

Pciiediion  here  be 
Ho  a-  fhort  the  pow'rsof  nature  fail, 
And  cannot  farther  go. 


PSAL  M    CXIX.         247' 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  bejuft  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought; 
And  thy  commands, exceeding  bread, 
Extend  to  ev'ry  thought. 

5  In  vain  v/e  boaft  perfection  here, 

While  fin  defiles  our  frame  ; 
And  finks  our  virtues  down  fo  far, 
They  fcarce  deferve  the  name. 

6  Our  faith,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace 

Fall  far  below  thy  wo  id  ; 
But  perfeft  tru'.h  and  riglueoufnefs 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

PSALM     ug.     Eighth  Part. 

The  Excellency  and  Variety  of  Scripture. 

Verfe    III.     Paraphrafed. 

1  T   ORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
*~*   My  lading  heritage; 

There  (hall  try  nobleit  pow'rs  rejoice, 
My  warmeft  thoughts  engage, 

2  I'll  read  the  hifl'riesof  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  fight, 
While  thro'  the  promifes  1  rove, 
With  ever  frefh  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  fprings  of  lifearife, 
Seeds  of  immortal  blifs  are  fown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  Thebeft  relief  that  mourners  have, 

It  makes  our  forrows  bled; 
Our  fairtft  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  reft. 

PSALM     119.     Ninth  Pert. 
Defire  of  Knowledge^ — Verfe  64,  68,  i$- 
1   T'KY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 
How  good  thy  works  appear  ! 
©pen  my  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  fee  tbv  wonders  there. 


24S  PSALM     CXIX. 

Verfe  73,  125. 

2  My  heart  was  fafnioned  by  ihy  hand! 

Mv  fervice  is  thy  cue; 
O  make  thy  fervant  anderitand 
The  duties  he  raaft  do. 
Verfe  19. 

3  Since  I'm  a  ftranger  here  below, 

Let  not  thy  path  be  hid  ; 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  fhould  go, 
.And  be  my  conftdiit  guide. 

Verfe  26. 

4  When  I  cocfe'Vd  mv  wand'rin<r  ways, 

Thou  heard'ir  mv  foil  complain  ; 
Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 
Or  1  fhall  {tray  again. 

Verfe    33,  34. 

t  If  God  to  me  his  ftatutes  fhow, 
Ai.d  heav'nly  truh  impait, 
His  work  for  ever  I'll  purfue, 
His  law  fhall  rule  my  heart. 
Verfe  5o,  71. 

6  This  was  mv  comfort  when  I  bore 

V.'.  iety  of  griei : 
It  made  me  learn  thv  word  the  more, 
And  fly  to  that  relief 

Verfe  51. 

7  f/ln  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now  ; 

I'll  ne'er  for?ettny  law, 
Nor  let  that  bitffed  gofpe!  go 
Wi.ei  cc  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 
Verfe  27,   171. 

8  When  I  have  Itarn'd  mv  Father's  will, 

I'll  t?ach  the  world  his  ways  ; 
Mv  thankful  lips  mfpir'd  with  ^..a', 
bhali  fiog  aloud  hispraife.J 


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PSALM     CXIX.  249 

PSALM     119.     Tenth  Part. 

Pleading  the  Promts. Vcrfe  38,  49. 

l   "OEKOLDtly  wauing  fervanr  Lcrd, 
J3      Devoted  to  ihv  fear; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

Vcrfe  41,58,  107, 
Haft  thou  not  Cent  falvation  down, 

And  premis'd  quick'r.ing  grace  ? 
Doth  not  my  heart  addMs  thy  throne? 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

Verfe  123.  42- 
Mine  eyes  for  try  falvation  fail 
O  bear  thy  fervant  up  ; 
Nor  let  the  fcoffing  lips  prevail, 
Who  dare  reproach  my  hope. 
Verfe  49,  74. 
Didft  thou  not  raife  my  teith,  O  Lord  ? 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear  ; 
Saints  (hall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  trull,  as  well  as  tear, 

PSALM     119.     Eleventh  Part. 
Breathing  after  Holiiefs .     Ver  fe  5 ,  3  3 . 
1   /'-sH  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
\^J   To  keep  his  flatutes  ftill ! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will ! 
Verfe  29. 
a  O  fend  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  heart, 
Nov  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  aft  the  liar's  part. 

Verfe  3* ,  36. 
3  From  vznity  turn  off  my  eyes ; 
Let  no  corrupt  defign, 
Nor  covetous  defires  aiife 
Within  this  foul  of  mine. 


250  P  S  A  L  M     CXIX. 

Verfe  133. 

4  Order  my  foo.fleps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  fincere  : 
Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
.and  keep  my  confcience  clear. 
Verfe  176. 

5  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  ailray, 

My  feet  too  often  flip; 
Yet  fince  I've  not  forgot  thy  way 
Reflore  thy  wand'ring  fheep. 
Verfe  35. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 

'Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
.Nor  let  my  head,  nor  heart,  nor  hands, 
Offend  again!!  my  God. 

PSALM     119.     Twelfth  Part. 
Breathing  after  Comfort  and  Deliverance,  jfeik  153, 

1  T\^Y  God,  confider  my  diftrefs, 
JLVJL  Let  mercv  plead  my  caufe; 

.Though  I  have  finn'd  againft  thy  grace, 
I  can't  forget  thy  laws, 

Verfe  39,  116, 

2  Forbid,  forbid  the  (harp  reproach, 

Which  I  fo  juftly  fear  ; 
Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hope3f 
Nor  let  my  fhams  appear. 
Verfe   122,  135. 

3  Be  thou  a  furety,  Lord,  for  me, 

Nor  let  the  proud   opprefs  : 
But  make  thy  waiting  fervant  ke 
The  minings  of  thy  face, 
Ve*£  82. 

4  My  eyes  with  expectation  fail; 

My  heart  within  me  ciies, 
««  When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfil 
**  And  hid  my  comforts  rife,1* 


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PSALM    CXLX.  251 

Verfe  131. 
Look  down  upon  my  forrows,  Lord, 

And  mow  thy  grace  the  fame; 
Thy  tender  mercies  ftill  afford 
To  thofe  that  love  thy  name. 

PSALM     ng.     Thirteenth  Part. 
H$1y  Fear,  and  Tenderness  of  Confcience.     Veife  10.' 

WITH  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face' 
0  let  me  never  ftray, 
From  thy  command,  O  god  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  Tinner's  way. 
Verfe   n. 
Thy  word  I've  plac'd  within  my  heart, 

To  keep  my  confcience  clean, 
And  be  an  everlaftiog  guard 
From  ev'ry  rifiug  Tin. 

Verfe  63,  53,  1  58, 
{  l*m  a  companion  of  the  faints, 
Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 
My  forrows  rife,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word, 
Verfe  161,   163. 
^  While  Tinners  do  thy  gofpel  wrong. 
My  fpirit  ftands  in  awe  ; 
My  foul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  righttous  law. 
Verfe  161,   120. 
My  heart  with  facred  rev'rence  hears 
The  threat'nings  of  thy  word; 
My  flefh  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 

Veife  166,  174. 
My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  1  wait 
For  thy  falvationftill; 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight^ 
And  1  obey  thy  will-, 


252  PSALM     CXIX. 

PSALM    1 1  g.     Fourteenth  Part. 
Benejitof  Affliclicns,  and  Support  under  them, 
Verie    53,  8:,  82. 

CONSIDER  all  my  forrows,  Lord, 
-^nd  thy  deliv'rance  fend  ; 
My  foul  for  thv  Salvation  fauns, 
When  wiil  my  troubles  end  ! 
Verfe  7'. 

2  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 

To  b^ir  nty  Father's  rod  ; 
Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
And  live  upon  my  God. 
Verfe  50. 

3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy 

When  new  diftrefs  begins: 
I  read  thv  word.  I  run  thy  way, 
And  hate  my  former  fins. 
Verfe  92. 
4.  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight 
When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 
My  foul  opprefl  with  forrows  weight, 
Had  funk  amongft  the  dead. 
Verfe  75. 

5  I  know  thy  jedgments,  Lord,  are  right, 

Though  they  may  feem  fevere  ; 
The  fhaipeil  fuff'rings  1  endure 
Flow  trom  thy  faithful  caie. 
Verfe  67. 

6  Before  I  knew  thy  chafl'ning  rod, 

My  teet  were  apt  to  ft rav  ; 
But  now  1  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

PSALM    no.     Fifteenth  Part. 

Holy  Refolutions. — Verfe  93. 
I    /^\H  that  thy  itatui.es  ev'iy  hour, 
V^/   Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  I 
Thence  I  oertvc  a  quick'ning  powr, 
And  daily  peace  1  find. 


PSALM    CXIX.  253 

Verfe  15,  16. 
To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 

Shall  be  my  (wet  employ  ; 
My  foul  mall  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy, 
Vene  32. 

g  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands> 
If  thou  my  heart  difciiarge 
From  fin  and  fatan's  hateful  chains, 
And  fet  my  feet  at  large ! 

Verfe  13,  46. 
I  My  lips  with  courage  fhall  declare 
Thy  fbtutes  and  thy  name; 
I'll  fpeak  thy  words  tho'  kings  fhould  hear. 
Nor  yield  to  finful  fhame. 
Verfe  61,  69,  70. 
;  Let  bands  of  perfecutors  rife 
To  rob  me  of  my  right, 
Let  pride  and  mahce  forge  their  liea 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 

Verfe  115. 
i  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 
Whofe  bands  and  hearts  a; e  ill; 
I  love  my  God,  1  love  his  ways,  * 
And  mall  obey  his  will. 

PSALM  119.     Sixteenth  Part. 
Prayer  for  Quickening  Grace. 
Verfe  z5,  37. 

MY  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  duft  i 
Lord,  give  me  life  divine  ; 
From  vain  defires  ?nd  eve'iy  luft] 

Tnrn  oft  thefe  eyes  of  miV.e. 
I  fieed  the  influence  of  thy  -nace 

To  ipc_'    me  in  thy  way, 
Left  I  fhouid  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  tu»fl  my  feet  adray. 
L 


P  S  A  L  M     CXIX. 

Verfe  107. 
3  When  fore  affiiaions  prels  me  down, 
1  need  thy  quick'nieg  pow'ra; 
Thy  word  thai  I  have  relied  on 
-   Shall  help  my  heavieft  hoars. 
Verfe  156  40. 
£  Are  not  thy  mercies  lov  reign  ftill, 
And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  giant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heav'nly  road  ? 
Verfe  159;  4°- 

5  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  fee  thy  iace  r 
And  yet  how  flow  my  icdnis  move 
Without  =-nliv'mi)g  giate. 
Ver  e  93. 

6  Tbea  fhail  1  love  thy  goipei  more, 

And  ne'er  forget  thv  *ord, 
When  1  nave  felt  its  quick'ning  pow*r 

To  dra.v  me  nea-  the  Lord. 
PSALM  1:9.     Seventeenth  Part.     Long  Metre, 
Grace  Jhining  in  Dijficuities  and  Trials, 
Verfe  143,  28. 

1   X  t    HEN  Pa*n  anci  an&u'm  feize  ""*  L*r<*» 
\*       AH  my  fupport  is  from  thy  word ; 

My  fous  -'iffolvcs  for  heavinefs ; 
Uphold  me  with  thy  ftrength'ning  grace. 
Verfe  51,  69,  J  io« 
3  The  proud  have  fram'd  their  feoffs  and  lies, 
They  watch  my  feet  with  envious  eyes, 
The  :empt  my  foul  to  mares  and  fin; 
Ye    thy  commands  1  ne'er  decline. 
Verfe  161,78 
o  Thf  v  hate  me,  Lord,  with«ut  a  caufe, 
T  hey  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws  ! 
But    I   will  truft  and  fear  thy  name, 
Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  {name* 


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P  S  A  L  M    CXTX,   CXX,     255 
PSALM     119      Lafi  Part. 

Sand'fcd  Ajftitiiows  ;  or,  Dthgkt  m  the  WoidcJ  Gcd> 
Verfc  67,  59. 

1   "FEATHER.  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand; 
J.     How  kind  was  thv  chaftifmg  rod, 
That  iorc'd  my  con!ci  nee  to  a  ftand, 
And  bicughi  my  wand 'ring   oul  to  God! 

a    Fochlh  and  vain,  I  wen',  aft  ray. 
Ere  I  had  felt  thy  (courts.  Lord, 
1  left  my  guide,  and  1<<1  my  way; 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 
Verfe  yt. 

3  'Tis  good  fcr  me  to  w  ear  the  yoke, 
For  pride  is  apt  ro  rife  and  fwell  ; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  ftroke, 
That  1  might  barn  hi*  flatutes  well. 

Verfe  72. 

4  The  taw  that  iffues  from  thy  mouth, 
Shall  raife  my  cheeiful  paffions  more 
Than  all  the  treafures  of  the  foulh 
Or  richeft  hills  of  goiden  ore,. 

Verfe  73, 
Thy  I  ands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 
Thy  Ipitit  form'd  my  foul  within  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wond'rous  name, 
And  £uard  mefafe  from  death  and  fin. 
Verfe  74. 
6  Then  a  !  that  'ove  and  fear  the  Lord 
At  my  ialvatidn  fliall  rejoice-; 
For  I  havetrufted  in  thy  word, 
And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choicer 
PSALM     j  io,     Common  Metre, 
Complaint  ojqmn  tljome  Neighbours;  or,  a  devout  Wife. 
for  Peace. 
nrHOU  God  of  Love.,    hou  ever  bleft, 
,       Pi:     mv  fuff'.n     fiate; 
when  will  thou  fet  my  foul  at  reft} 
From  lips  that  love  deceit? 
La 


256  P  S  A  S  M     CXXI. 

a  Hard  lot  of  mine!  my  days  are  caft, 
Among  tne  Ions  ot  ftrife, 
Whofe  never  ceafin4  quarrels  wafte 
My  golden  hours ot  life. 

3  O  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 

How  would  I  choole  to  dwell 

In  fonne  wild  lonefome  wildernefs, 

And  leave  tne'e  gates  ot  hell! 

4  Fe.ice  is  theblefTmg  that.  I  feck, 

How  lovtfiy  arc  'ts  charms  ! 
1  am  for  peace;  but  when  T  fpsak, 

They  all  declare  for  arms. 
&  New  paffions  ft  id  their  fouls  engage, 

And  keep  their  malice  ftrong  : 
What  ihall  he  done   ocurh  thy  rage, 

O  thou  devouring  tongue  ! 
6  Should  burning  arrows  finite  thee  thro', 

S  rift  jufiice  woud  approve; 
Bu    1  wouid  va:her  (pare  my  foe, 

^ii;d  melt  his  heart  wnh  iove. 

PSALM     i*i.     Long  Metre. 
Divine  ProieFJon. 
1   T  "T  P  to  the  hills  I  life  mine  e*yes, 
V_J  Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  fkies; 
Thence  ai!  her  help  my  foul  derives; 
There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 

5  He  lives,  the  everlafting  God 

That  built  the  world,  that  fpread  the  flood; 
The  heav'n's  with  all  their  hoft  he  made, 
And  tiie  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

>j  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way ; 
His  morning  fmiles  adorn  the  day  : 
He  fpreads  the  ev'i.ing  veil,  and  keeps 
The  f)!enthou»s  while  Ifra'l  fleeps. 

4  Ifra'l  a  name  divinely,  bleft, 
Mav  rife  fecure,  frcurely  reft; 
Thy  holy  guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  flwmtrerj  tier  furprifes 


1     PSALM    CXXI.  257 

j  No  fun  ft*U  finite  thy ;  head  by  day, 
'  For  the  pale  nmon  with  IfcU? ,  ™T 

Shall  blah  thy  couch',  no  baleful  it.r 

Darts  his  malignant  fire  fo  far. 
5  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  bars, 

sliU  thou  (halt  go  ,-f'H™ 
Safe  in  the  Lord    « his  heav  «  year* 

Defends  thy  life  fiomevryfnate.    ^ 

,  On  thee  foul  fphrits  have  no  pow  r  , 

And  in  thy  laft  departing  hour, 

Angels  that  trace  the  an  y  roao, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God 

PSALM     i*;     Common  Metre. 
Preftrvation  by  Da?  and  Night. 
,   rr-O  heav  n  I  lift  my  waning  eyes, 
1    There  all  mv  hopes  arc  «*<»* 
The  Lordthat  built  the  earth  andik.es 

Is  my  perpetual  aid. 
Their  ftedfall  feet  fhall  never  tall, 

Whom  he  eefigns  to  keep. 
His  ear  attends  me  foftefV  cat. ; 

His  eves  can  nevei  fleep. 
He  will  fuftain  our  weakefl  ?ow  rs 

With  his  almighty  arm, 
And  watch  our  rroft  unguarded  h-urs 
A^ainft  furprifing  harm. 
a  Ifra'l  rejoice,  and  reft  feclttPi 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  ;  ^ 

.  His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  pow  r 

For  thine  eternal  guard.  * 

s  Nor  fcorehiag  fun,  nor  fickly  moen, 
Shall  i-.aveh'S  leave  to  finite; 
He   finch's  V,y  head  ftoaa  burning  noon, 
From  b!a(  ing  camps  at  night, 
6  He  guards  the  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 
Where  tbfckeft  Gangers  come: 
Go  and  return,  fecurt  Iram  death* 
Till  God  coawjtanui  thee  hume.    .  **  3 


5 


258         PSALM    CXXI. 

PSALM    121.     As  the  i^gth  Pfalm. 

God  our  Prefer ver. 

UPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
From  God  is  all  my  aid  j 
The  God  that  built  the  flues, 
And  earth  and  nature  made  ; 
God  is  the  tow'r 
To  which  I  f]y  ; 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  ev'ry  hour, 

2  My  f?et  fhall  never  Aide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  fnares, 

Since  God  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears, 

Thofe  wakeful  eyes 

That  never  fleep, 

Shall  Ifra'l  keep 

When  dangers  rife. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  biafts  of  ev'ning  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away. 
If  God  be  with  me  there: 

Thnu  art  my  fun, 
And  thou  my  ihade, 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 

4  Haft  thou  not  riv'n  thy  word 
To  fave  my  foul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  truft  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath  r 

I'll  go  and  come, 

Nor  fear  to  die, 

Till  from  on  high 

Thou  call  me  home. 


PSALM    CXXU.  w 

PSALM    it*.    Common  Metre 

Going  to  ChuTch. 
0W  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 

.  My  friends  devoutly  lay, 
«  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear    ^ 
«  And  keep  thefolemn  day. 
I  1  love  the  gates,  Hove  the  road; 
Bl    The  chufchadorn'dvvith  grace, 
Sunds  like  a  palace  bu^0G0d 

To  fhow  his  milder  tace. 
«  UP  to  her  courts  with  py  unknown 

T  he  hoi V  tribes  repair ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne 
And  fits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints; 

*       And  while  his  awml  voice 
Divides  the  finners  from  the  faints, 

We  tremble  and  rejoice. 
.  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 

5  And  ioyaconflantguelt! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heaynlygra.e 

Be  her  attendants  blek. 

6  My  foul  {hall  pray  for  Z.um  fhlV 

While  life  or  breatn  remains; 

There  my  beft  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 

PSALM     122.     Proper  Tune. 

Going  to  Church. 

OW  pleas'd  and  blefs'd  was  I, 
.  To  hear  the  people  cry, 
'Ccwe,letusfcekouT  God  today! 
Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal 
wt*  Viaile  to  Zion's  hill, 
WAnd  there  our  vows  and  honours  pay. 
La  • 


PSALM     CXXIII. 

^2  Zion,  thrice  hsppy  place, 

Adorn 'd  with  wond'rous  orzce 

And  walls  of  ftrength  Smbrace  thee  round; 
in  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praife,  and  hear 
The  facred  gofpel's  joyful  found. 
3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fix 'd  his  royal  throne, 

He  fus  for  grace  and  judgment  there  : 
He  bids  the  faints  be  glad, 
He  makes  the  tinners  fad, 

And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear. 
4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait, 

To  blef*  the  foul  of  ev'ry  gUeft  ; 
The  man  that  fee-k.s  thy  peace, 
And  wi/hes  thine  increafe, 
A  thoufand  b  Idlings  on  him  reft.' 
5  My  tonsce  repeats  her  vows, 
react  to  this  faend  heufc! 

For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell, 
And  finocmv  glorious  God 
Makes  thee  his  bitft  abode, 
My  foul  fhall  ever  Jove  thee  well. 

[Repeat  the  tfh  Stanza  to  complete  the  TvnfA 
PULM       «23.     Common  Metre. 
Pleading  with  Sxbmiffion. 

OThou  whofe  jrrace  and  jullice  reign 
f.nthron'd  above  the  fkies, 
To  thee  our  hearts  would  ull  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 

\  As  fervants  watch  their  mailer's  hand, 
And  fear  the  angry  Oroke! 
Or  maids  btforetheir  miftrefs  ftaad, 
And  wait  a  peaceful  look. 


p  S  A  L  M    -CXXIV.  26X 

o  So  for  our  fins  we  jr.  Mv  feci 
^      Toy  difcip line, O  God', 

Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  mil, 
*  Till  thou  remove  the  rod. 
4  Thofe  that  in  wealth  and  pleafurc  live, 
Our  daily  groans  deride, 
And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give. 
Freih  courage  to  their  pride. 
t  Oar  Iocs  mfuk  ufc  but  our  hope 
In  thy  compalfion  lies  _ 

This  thought  (hall  bear  oar  Spirits  up 
That  God  will  not  depiie. 
p  S  A  L  M     134-     Common  Metre* 
God. nines  ViElory. 
t    TJAD  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love, 
X~l     When  hofts  againit  us  rofe,* 
Difplay'd  his  vcng'aBce/from  above, 
And  crufh'd  the  conqu'nng  foes; 

,  Their  armies  like  a  raging:" 

Had  fwept  the  gu^rdieis  land, 
D  A-y'd  on   eatth  hits  tied  auoae, 
And  whelm'd  our  feeble  band. 
a  But  fafe  beneath  his  rereading  iTi'ield; 
His  loss  fecureiy  relt,  • 

Detyihe  dangers  of  the  Held, 
And  bear  the  fearlefs  breatf. 
a  And  Bowoui  fouls  fhal!  i)<r~  Me  Lord,  ^ 
Who  broke  Inarej 

•  d  «s  from  ,;ing  lwoid, 

And  made  our  lives  his  care, 

A   Our  n.'~    is  1?'  ]^i)OV^'s  n:':T,e> 
Who'torm'd  the  ht»v  ns  above; 
Uethat  .        .r_s -neir  vvo;id':ous frame 
Can  guard  iuichurch  by  love. 


2&2  PSALM     CXXV. 

PSALM     125.    Common  Metre. 
The  Saint's  Trial  and  Safety. 

t  T  T  N  S  H  A  K  E  N  as  the  facred  hill, 
vJ    And  firm  as  mountains  ftand, 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  foul  (hall  reft, 
That  trufts  th' almighty  hand, 
a  Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  fo  well 
Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 
As  ihofe eternal  aims  of  love, 
That  ev'ry  faint  furrcuud. 

3  While  tyrants  aiea  fmarting  fcourge 

To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
Divine  compaffion  will  afTuage 
The  fury  ol  the  rod. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  fouls  fincere, 

And  lead  them  fafely  on 
To  the  bright  gates  of  paradife, 

Where  Chi  ill  the  Lord  is  gone, 
£  But  if  we  trace  thole  crooked  ways 

That  the  old  ferpent  drew, 
The  wrath  that  diove  him  fir  ft  to  hell, 

Shall  fraiie  his  foilow'rs  too, 

PSALM     125.    Short  Metre, 
The  Saint's  Trial  and  Safety;  or,  moderated  AjfUElionS)  " 
a   TT7*  I  R  M  and  unmov'd  are  they, 
J7    That  reft  their  fouls  on  God  : 
Firm  as  the  mount  were  David  dwelt, 
©r  were  the  ai  k  abode. 

2  As  mountains  ftood  to  guard 

The  city's  facred  ground, 

So  God  and  his  Almighty  love 

Embrace  his  faints  around, 

3  What  tho*  the  Father's  rod 

Drop  a  chafHfmg  ftroke, 
Yet  left  it  wound  their  foulj  too  dcepe 
Itsiuiy  fhall  be  broke. 


PSALM    CXXVI.  2% 

A  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  thofe 

4  WhofeLith  and  p«oas  fear 

Whofe  hope  and  love,  and  evrygrac, 

Proclaim  their  hearts  fincere. 

c  Nor  (hall  the  tyrant's  «f 

5  Too  long  opprers  the  <amt. 

The  God  of  iWl  will  fuppo^ 
His  children,  left  they  faint. 

6  But  if  our  flavifh  fear 

Will  choofe  the  road  to  hell, 
We  muftexpea  our  portion  here, 

Where  bolder  finners  dwell. 

PSALM     126.     Long  Metre, 
Surprising  Deliverance* 
*   -\  ■*  THEN  God  r.eftor'd  our  captive  &**» 
1   W    Joy  was  our  fong,  and  grace  our  therrv 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  fag»«t, 
That  joy  appear'd  a  pleafmg  dream; 
-  The  fcoffer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 
Unwilling  honours  to  thy  name; 
While  wf  with  pleafure  ihout  thy  praife. 
With  chcarful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 
«  When  we  review  our  difmal  fears, 

3  rjwas  hard  to  think  they'll  vanifh   foS 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  How. 

a  The  rmn  that  in  his  furrow'd  field, 

4  Hisfcattcr'd  feed  with  fad nels  leaves, 
Will  fhout  to  {ce  lhe  harveft  yiela 

A  welcome  load  of  joyful  fheaves. 

PSALM     126.     Common  Metre. 

The  loy  of  a  remarkable  Ccnverjwn;  or,  Mslanchay 

removed. 

WHEN  God  revcal'd  his  gracious  name, 
And  chang'd  thy  mournful  Hate, 
Mv  rapture  leem'd  a  pleafmg  drtam, 
ihe  grace  appear'd  io  great, 


264  PSA  L  M  ;i. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confeis  ; 
My  torque  broke  out  iu  unknown  ftr.ins, 
.And  lung  furpiihng  grace. 

3  "  Great  is  the  work,  rm  neighbour*  cry'd, 

Anci  own'd  the  p&vver  i 
«'  Great  is  the  nor/:,  my  beatt  reply 'd, 
"  Andbe  the gleryt hire" 

4  The  Loid  can  cfeai  the  darkeft  flues, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Wake  drops  of  facred  forrow  ni'e 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  thofe  ihat  fow  u\  fadnefs  wait 

Till  the  fair  harveit  come, 
They  fhail  confef*  ivcs  are  great, 

And  fhout  the  bleffings  home. 
9  Tho'  feed  lie  I  ury'd  long  rn  the  duff, 

It  fhan't  deceive  their  hope  ; 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loft, 

Tor  £race  in  lures  the  crop. 

FS  '  LM     27.     Long  Metre. 

The  Blejjings  of  God  on  the  Bujnefi  aid  Comforts  of  Life 

x     11   God  luccced  no',  ail  the  coft 
JL   And  pains'to  build  the  houic  are  loft 
Ii  God  t tie  city  will  not  keep, 
The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  flcep. 

2  What  tho'  we  nie  befoie  the  fun, 
And  wo;k  and  toil  when  day  is  done, 
Careful  and  fparhng  eat  our  bread, 

To  fhun  that  poverty  we  dreacl  : 

3  'Tis  all  in  vain,  till  God  hath  bleft, 
lie  <an  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft; 
On  God,  our  fov'rcign,  flill  depends 

_  Our  joy  in  children  and  in  friends, 

4  Happy  the  man  to  v.  hem  he  fends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends) 
How  Iweet  our  daiiy  comforts  prove, 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  love. 


psalm   exxvii,  cxxvm.  *H 

PSALM      127-     Common  Metre. 
God  AU  in  Alt. 
t    T  F  God  to  build  i he  houfe  deny, 
I    The  builders  wpi  km  vain; 
And  towns  wiinout  h.s  wafcrfal  eye, 
An  u.elefs  watch  maintain. 
2  Before  the  rooming  beams  ante,     t 
Your  painful  woiK  renew,    _ 
Acd  till  thwart  afcend  the  flues, 

Your  ti.efome  toil  purine  _ 

.,  n  pn  and  coarie  vour  rare  , 
d        la  vain  ail  God  has  oidi; 
Bu'  if  bis  fmiles  aitend  your  care, 
You  mall  have  iood  and  rcit. 
L  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friend* 
*        Shall  real  blefiiogs  prove. 

Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  Lends, 
It  lent  without  his  love. 

PSALM   ..28.     Common  Meirev 
Famil)  BUp.gs  _    r 
■ .    r^fc  Hanoy  man,  ..  hofe  foul  is  n  I  d 
(J  With  zeal  and  rev'read  awel 
His  lips  to  God  their  no-  ours  yield, 
His  lite  adorns  the  raw. 

a  A  careful  pr»vidence  foallftand, 
And  ever  guard  thy  head, 
Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  bletlings  flied. 
-  Thv  wife  fhall  be  a  fruitful  vine  * 
5       Xhv  children  round  t  7  board, 
Each  Uke  a  plant  of  honour  faine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 
A  The  Lord  (hall  thy  beft  hopes  fulfil, 
*       For  months  and  years  to  come; 
The  Lord  who  dwells  on  Zton  s  hill, 
Shall  fend  thee  blefhngs  home. 


266        PSALM     CXXIX. 

5  This  is  the  man  whofe  happy  eyes 
Shall  fee  his  houfe  increase, 
Shall  fee  the  finking  church  arife, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 

P  SAL  M  129.  Com.  Mctr t. -Pofccuttr s  punijhtd. 
I  r  from  my  youth,  may  Ifra'l  fay, 
yJ    Have  I  beea  our s/d  in  tears ; 
My  griefs  were  conftanc  as  the  day, 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage 

Of  all  the  fons  offtrife; 
Oft  they  affail'd  my  riper  age, 
But  God  prelerv'd  my  life. 

3  O'er  all  my  frame  their  cruel  dart 

Its  painful  wounds  imprefs'd  ; 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  fainting  heart, 
Nor  let  my  forrows  reft.  ' 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 

And  with  impartial  eye,  ^ 

Meafur'd  the  mifchiefs  they  had  done 
Then  let  his  arrows  fly. 

5  How  was  their  infolence  furpris'd, 

To  hear  b^is  thunders  roil.' 
And  all  the  foes  of  Zion  feiz'd 
With  horror  to  the  foul. 

6  Thus  fhall  the  men  that  hate  the  faints 

Be  blafled  from  the  fky;  ' 

Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints 
And  all  their  profpech  die. 
J  [What  tho'  tney  flourifh  tall  and  fair, 
They  have  no  root  beneath; 
Their  growth  (ball  perifh  in  defpair, 
And  lie  uelpis'd  in  death. 
'<  So  com  that  on  the  houfe-top  foods, 
No  hope  of  harveft  gives; 
The  reaper  ne'er  fhall  fil]  his  hands, 
Not  binder  .'old  the  fheaves.l 


PSALM    CXXX.  267 

PSALM     130.     Common  Metre. 
Pardoning  Grace. 
t    /^\  U  T  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefs, 
vJ     The  borders  of  defpair, 
I  fent  my  cries  to  leek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 
s  Great  God  !  fhould  thy  fcverer  eye, 
And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenue  iniquity, 
No  mortal  fiefh  could  ftand. 

«  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God, 
3       For  crimes  of  high  degree  | 

Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  h»  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 
,  ri  wait  for  thy  falvation  Lord, 
u  With  ftrong  defues  I  wait; 
My  foul,  invited  by  thy  word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate.] 
,  [  luff  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  night 

5       Lone  for  the  morning  fkies, 

Watch  the  "ft  beams  ot  breaking  hght, 

And  meet  them  with  their  eyes. 
6Sowaitsmyfoultofeethygrace, 
And  more  Intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  ftrft  op'nings  of  thy  tacc, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day.J 

,  Then  in  the  Lord  let  lfra'ltmft, 
Let  lfra'lfeek  his  face; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  jutt, 

And  plenteous  in  his  grace. 

3  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  fmners  long  enflavd  ; 

The  great  Redeemer  is  his  bon, 

Andlfra'lmallbefava, 


PSAL  M    CXXX,  CX3CXT. 

?  S  A  L  M     130.     Long  Metre, 
t    T^pohcj    Paid*mng  Grace. 

2   But,  houhaftbu.lt  thy  throne  of, race 

-    "»l  fin'«rs  njay  approach  thy  face, 
Ana  hope,  and  Jove,  as  wti]  as  fear. 
3  As  the  benighted  pilgrfm,  wait, 

And  long  Mdwift  for  bytkiai  <«•. 

So  wars  mv  foul  oefore  th v  garl;     *'        - 

WhC«.wuimyGodh«facedif4y! 

4-ivtruft,ifix'ciuPoBthyword; 
Norlhall-j  truft  t :,y  wordinvair; 

-kg  find  rehefrromailthcr  pain 
5-  v^eat  is  his  love,  and  large  his  erac'e 
Thro'  the  rcdemptonbftisSof     C> 
fre  turns  oui  fee   horn  fmful  ways 
Ana  pardons  what'ou,  hands  have'done. 
PSAL  M     ,3I.     Common  Mare. 
'    Vc    i_  Huri^>^  and  Sub7n: [lion. 

ion  i"  my  heaVt  ? 
J-  Sear;h.  graciou,  God.and  lee; 
Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  p  rt  ? 
Lo.-d;  I  appeal  to  thee. 
I   I-^cj]  ■  be  humble /tiJL 

.  „  And  aUmycariagemild;  * 

Content   my  Father. ■  UriHnhy" wilt 
And  peaceful  a«  a  child. 
3  TJie  patKju.ijjHi,  tne  Jowly  mind, 

Shad  have* large  reward- 
UUaittta-ni  brtow  lie  reiiga'A 
Auo  ttufl  a  taithiul  Lord. 


PSALM     CXXXII.  269 

PSALM  t32.     Ver.5,  15-**'   Lo^  Metre 
PSALM  id"  *      I        the  Ordination  of  a 

At  the  Settlement  cfa  Church ,  or,  wc 
Mimjlcr. 

I  T  T  THERE  (hall  we  go  to  feek  and  find 
W     An  habitation  for  our  God  r 

A  dwelling  for  tW  eternal  mind  ; 
Amon5  t^efons  of  flefh  and  blood! 

,  The  God  of  Jacob  chofe  the  hill 
Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  relt; 
And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  full; 
His  church  is  with  his  pvefence  b.eft. 

o  Here  1  will  fix  my  gracious  throne, 
And  reign  for  ever,  faith  the  Lord ; 
Here  fhall  my  cow'r  aud i  love  be  known, 
And  bleffings  fhall  attend  my  word. 

a  Here  wfll  1  meet  the  hungry  poor, 
And  fill  their  fouls  with  living  bread  , 
Sinners  that  wait  before  my  ooor, 
With  fweet  provifions  mail  be  tea. 

5  Girded  wn-h  truth,  and  cloth'd  with  grace, 
My  prkfts,  my  miniftersfhail  thine, 

Not  Aaron  in  his  coftly  drefs 
Appears  to  glorious  and  divine  ; 

6  The  faints,  unable  to  contain 

.      Their  inward  joys,  fhal.  fnout  and  ung , 
The  Son  of  David  here  fhall  reign, 
And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King. 

7  flefus  fhall  fee  a  num'rous  feed 

Bom  here  t'  uphold  his  glorious  name  J 
His  crown  fhall  flounfh  on  his  head. 
While  all  his  foes  are  cloth'd  with  fname.  J 
PSALM  132.    ^r.4,5-7-8^5.  17.  C«  M« 
A  Church  ejlablifieL 

1  T  XTO  fleeP  nor  flumbcr  to  hls  e*CS 
I    IN    Good  David  would  afford, 
'Till  he  had  found  below  the  flues 
A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 


2-o         PSALM    CXXXIIL 

The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  name, 

His  ark  was  fettled  there  ; 
And  there  th*  aflembled  nation  came 
To  v.ormip  thrice  a  year. 

3  We  trace  no  more  thefe  toil  fame  wavs 

Nor  wander  far  abroad; 
Where'er  thy  people  meet  for  praife, 
There  is  a  houle  for  God.] 

Pause. 

4  Arife,  O  King  of  grace,  arife, 

And  enter  to  thy  reft : 
Lo  !  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eves 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  bleft. 
$  Enter  with  all  thy  {-lorious  train, 
Thy  Spirit  and  thy  Word  ; 
AH  that  the  ark  did  once  contain, 
Could  no  fuch  grace  afford. 
6  Here  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 
Here  let  thy  praife  be  fpread  ; 
Blefs  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe, 
And  fili  thy  poor  with  bread. 
•}  Here  letjhe  Son  of  David  reign, 
Let  God's  anointed  (hine  ; 
Juftice  and  truth  his  court  maintain 
With  love  and  pow'r  divine. 

8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lafting  throne, 
And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Frefh  honours  fhall  adorn  his  crown 
And  fhame  confound   his  foes  " 

PSALM  133.     Common  Metre. 
brotherly  Love. 

1  O!  what  an  entertaining  fight 

±-J  Thofe  friendly  brethren  prove, 
Whofe  cheerful  hearra  i„  bauds  unite, 
Or  harmony  and  J«nel 


psalm    cxxxni.      .71 

.mcrcflre^-fbiifsfro^Chrift.herpnng 

Defcend  on  ev'ry  tour, 
Andtav'nly  peace  with  balmy  wing 
Shades  and  bedews  the  who  e. 
«  >Tis  Hke  the  oil  divinely  fweet 
d     .On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head, 

The  trickling  drops  pevturndhls  feet, 

And  o'er  his  garments  Spread. 
^Tispleafantas.hemormngdews 

*       That  fall  on  Zion'shiH, 

Where  God  his  mildeft  glory  Thow,, 

And  makes  his  grace  diihl. 

dc  a  i   M   iq"}.     Short  Metre. 
Ccmmmton  of  Saints,  oT>M*         J   r 
r    1  1  LEST  are  the  fons  of  peace, 
B  Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are  one  ; 
wTkinddefrgnstoferveandpleare 

Thro'  all -their  aftions  run. 
^^^eK^dfhipmeet 

Their  longs  of  praife,  theu  mmgled  vo>s, 
Make  their  comanion  tweet, 
o  Thus  when  on  Aaron's  head 

Thev  Pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  thto'  all  ins  raiment  fpread, 
And  pleafure  fiU'd  t-he  room. 
a  Thus  on  the  beav'nly  hills 
*       The  faints  are  bleft  above, 

Where  joy  like  morning  dew  dilUIs, 

And  all  the  air  is  love. 
.      PSALM  T33-     AstheiydPfalm. 

.   Yl  OW  pleafant  'tis  to  fee 

H      Kindred  and  friends  agree, 
Each  in  his  proper  nation  move, 
And  each  fulfil  his  part 
With  fympathifmg  heait, 
loall  the  cares  of  Me  and  love. 


272  P  S  A  L  M   exxxiv,  cxxxv. 

2     'Tis  like  an  ointment  fhed 
On  Aaron's  facred  head, 
Divinely  rich,  divinely  fweet; 
The  oil  thro' all  the  room' 
Diff  ;&'d  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  thro»  his  robes  and  bled  his  feet. 
4     Like  fruitful  fhow'rs  of  rain 
That  waters  all  the  plain,   ^ 
Defending  from  the  neighb'ring  hills- 
Such  ftreams  of  pleafure  roll  * 

TWev'ry  friendly  foul, 
Where  love  like  heav'niy  dew  diftiHs. 
[Repeat  the  jijl  Stanta  to  complete  the  Tune! 
PSALM     134.     Common  Metre. 
^    Datly  and  nightly  Devotion. 
I    WE  that  obey  lh' immortal  King, 
i      Attend  his  holy  place;  ' 

^^^g'^^ofhispow'r, 
And  blefs  his  wond'rous  grace. 

■    Llf'U5  J™]  h™*»  by  morning  light, 
And  fend  your  fou!.onhieh;        ' 
Kare  yOUr  adminng  thoughts  by  ni*ht 
Above  the  ftarry  ficy  *     ° 

3  TheGod  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts 
WuhraysofqiiicVnin 
The  God  that  fpreads  the  heV„   abroad, 
And  rules  the  fwelling  feas  * 

PSALM  jg£.  *     4  I4,      J21 

l     IJKAISE  vetheLord    at»\t  hi*  - 

vi    1    •'  .  .        Wl  »  <-xaiC  ins  nam".    < 
A      Vvhiie  m  his  earthlv  o  »,«,    »       ■   * 

Vefamtsthatlohlshohn,rbeiong:e^ 
Or  fiand  attending  at  hiigate.    * 
»  |ra,fe  ye  the  Lord,  the  Lord  is  rood- 

Hie    .      uh°V>told>  wdHUl      ^ 
"is  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 


PSALM    CXXXV.  273 

*  The  Lord  himfclf  will  judge  his  faints  ; 
He  treats  his  fervants  as  hutner.ds  ; 
And  when  he  heats  their  lore  complaints, 
Regents  the  forrows  that  he  fends. 
A  Thro'  ev'.y  age  the  Lord  decla.es 

His  name,  and  breaks  t:.'  oppreffor  s  rod  ; 
.     He  gives  his  HlK'ring  fervant  reft, 

And  will  be  known  th*  A,rmgnty  God. 
<  Blels  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  h>s  love  ; 
People  and  Pnensex^lt  bis  name  : 
Amongft  his  faints  he  ever  dwells ; 
His  churcn  is  his  Jerufa -cm. 

PSALM  135.  Vev.  5— I2-  Second. Pert. 

The  Works  of Creaton,  Proxiderce,  Redemption  o/Ifrael 
and  Dsp-utlwn  of  Enemies, 

1  f\  REAT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
VJ    Above  all  pow'rs  and  ev'ry  throne  ; 
What'er  he  pleafe  in  earth  or  fea, 

Or  heav'n  or  hell,  his  hard  hath  done. 

2  At  his  command  the  vapours  riie, 

The  lightnings  fiofh,  the  thundejs  roar  5 
Ke  pours  the  rain,  he  brings,  the  wind 
And  temceft  from  his  airy  ftore. 

3  Twas  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  fent, 
O  Egypt,  thro'  thy  ftubborn  land; 
When  all  thy  firft-born.  beafts  and  men, 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 

a  Whaf  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings 
He  flew,  2nd  fheir  whole  country  gave 
To  Ifra'l,  whom  his  hand  redeem'd, 
No  more  to  be  proud  Phataoh's  Have. 

c  His  pow'r  the  fame,  the  fame  his  grace. 
That  faves  us  from  the  hofts  of  hell  j 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  poffr fs, 
Whence  thefeapoftate  angels  fell. 


274        PSALM     CXXXV. 

PSALM     135.     Common  Metre. 

Praife  due  to  God,  not  to  Idols. 

1      A  WAKE,  ye  faints:   Te  praife  your  King 
jt"X  Your  fweeteft  puffions  raife, 
Your  pious  plealure,  while  you  ring, 
Increafing,  with  the  praife.  \ 

1   Great  is  the  Lord;  and  works  unknown 
Are  his  divine  employ  : 
But  ftill  his  faints  are  near  his  throne, 
His  treafure  and  his  joy. 
ft  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea  confefs  his  hand; 
He  bids  the  vapours  rife  ; 
Lightning  and  ftorrn  at  his  command, 
Sweep  thro*  the  founding  fkies. 
4  All  pow'r  that  gods  or  kings  have  claim'd,     . 
Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 
But  heathen  gods  fhould  ne'er  be  nara'd 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

Which  of  the  flocks  and  ftones  they  truft, 
Can  give  them  fhow'rs  of  rain  ? 

In  vam  they  worfhip  glitt'ring  duft, 
And  pray  to  God  in  vain. 

6  Their  gods  have  tongues  that  fpeechlefs  prove, 

Such  as  their  makers  gave: 
Their  feet  were  never  torm*d  to  move, 
Nor  hands  have  pow'r  to  fave. 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  cars  are  deaf, 

Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray; 
Mortals  that  wait  for  their  relief, 

Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they. 
&  Ye  nations,  know  the  living  God, 

Serve  him  with  faith  and  tea'-; 
He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 

And  claims  your  honours  there*. 


P  S  A  L  M    CXXVi.  275 

0  S  A  L  M     13$'    Common  Metre 

God's  Wonders  of  Creation,  Providence,  Redemption  of 

Ifracl,  and  Salvation  of  his  People. 
I    *~\  1V£  thanks  10  God, trie  fov'reign  Lords 
VJT  Hi*  mercicsJl'M endure; 
And  be  me  King  of  Kings  ador'd 
Bis  truth  is  ever  jure. 
I  Whaf  wonders  hath  his  wifdom  done  ; 
How  mighty  is  his  hand! 
Heav'n,ca«h  and  lea  he  fram'd  alone: 
How  wide  is  his  command! 
o  The  fun  fuppHes  the  day  with  light; 
Hew  bright  his  coufcls  fhm  I 
The  moon  and  ftais    dorn  the  night  ; 
His  works  are  all  divine ! 

4  [He  ftr  ck  the  fons  of  Egypt  dead  i 

How  dreadful  is  his  rod. 
And  thence  with  joy  his  people  led  J 
How  gracious  is  our  God  ! 

5  He  cleft  the  I  welling  fea  in  two ; 

His  arm  is  gnat  in  Plights  ^ 

And  gave  the  tribes  a  paffage  thro  ; 
His  pow'r  and  grace  unite, 

6  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drown'd  : 

How  glorious  are  his  ways  ! 
And  brought  his  faints  thro'  defart  ground  ; 
Eternal  is  his  praife. 

>l  Great  monarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand  ; 
Victorious  is  his  [word  > 
"While  Iha'l  took  the  promis'd  land  J 
And  faithful  is  his  word.] 
8  He  fa w  1  he  nations  dead  in  fin; 
He  felt  his  pity  move  ; 
How  fad  theftate  the  world  was  in) 
How  kmdlefs  was  his  lovu 


Afi       PSALM    CXXXVI. 

9  He  fent  to  fave  us  from  our  woe ; 
His  goodnejs  never  jails; 
from  death  and  hell,  and  ev'ry  foe; 
And Jlill  his  grace  prevails. 
i»"Give  thanks  to  God  the  heav'nly  King; 
His  mere  esjiill  endure  i 
Let  t  e  whole  eaith  his  praifes  fing; 
His  truth  is  tttr  Jure. 

PSALM     136.  As  the  148th  Pfalm* 

t    /"""**  1VE  thanks  to  God  moft  high, 
V_X    I  :>e  univerfal  Lord  ; 
Tt  e  fov'itign  King  ol  kings  j 
And  be. his  grace ador'd. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 

Are  jiill  the  fame  ; 

A>;d  let  his  name 

Have  end'ejs  praife. 
g  How  mighty  is  his  hand  J 
What  wonders  hath  he  done! 
He  torm'd  the  earth  and  feas, 
And  fptead  the  heav'ns  alone. 

Thy  nurty,  Lord, 

Shall  Jlill  endure : 

And  ever  fare 

Abides  thy  aord. 

3  His  wifdem  fram'd  the  fun 
To  crown  the  day  with  light? 
The  moon  and  twinkling  liars 
To  cheer  the  darkfome  night, 

Hispow't  and  grace 
Are  fti'l  the  fame  ; 
Andiet  Ids  name 
Have  endlejs  praife% 

4  He  (mole  the  firflLborn  fons> 
.    The  flow'r  of  Egypt  dead; 

And  thence  his  chofen  trifees 
With  joy  and  glory  led. 


P  S  L  M    C-XXXVI,  277 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  Jliii  endure; 

And  ever  Jure 

AbLes  thy  word. 
His  pow'r  and  lifted  rod 
Cleft  the  Red  fea  in  two; 
And  for  his  people  made 
A  wond'rous  paffage  thro5, 

Hrs  poic'r  and  grace 

Arejlill  the  fume  / 

And  Ut  hts  name 

Have  endlefs  praije. 
Butciuel  Pharaoh  there 
With  all  his  hofts  ht  drown'dj 
And  brought  his   Ifia'lfafe 
Thro'  a  long  defart  ground.    - 

Thy  mei  cy,  Lord, 

Shall Jlill  endure  ; 

And  ever  Jure 

Abides  thy  word. 

Pause, 
The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 
Benrath  his  dreadful  hand  ; 
While  his  own  fervants  took 
Pofieffion  of  their  land. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 

Arejlill  the  fame; 

At  diet  his  narm 

Have  endlejs  praije. 
He  faw  the  nations  lie, 
Ail  perifhing  in  fin, 
And  pity  the  fad  ftate 
The  ruin'd  world  was  in. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall JtUl  endure  ; 

And  ever  Jure 

Abides  thy  zvo'  d, 

M     ■■ 


-2  7S  PSALM    CXXXVI. 

9  He  fent  his  only  Son, 
To  fave  us  from  our  woe, 
From  fatan-,  fin  and  death. 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  foe. 

His  pcwr  and  g>  act 
Are  jlili  the  fame  ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  atjUefs  praife. 

10  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 
To  God  the  heav'nl-y  King; 
And  let  the  fpacious  earth 
His  works  and   glory  fing* 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Sha'ljiill  endure  ; 
And  evt  r  ft  re 
Abides  thy  word. 

PSALM     136.     Abridged.  Long  Metre. 

1  f~^  I  V  E  to  our  God  immortal  praiie  ; 
V_T   Mercv  and  truth  are  ail  his  ways  : 
Wonders  of  Grace  to  God  belong t 

Repeat  kis  mercies  inyourjeng. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  Lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  ; 
His  mercies  ever  full  endure. 

When  Lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more. 

3  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  (ky. 
And  fix'd  the  ftarrv  lights  on  high: 
Wonders  of  Grace  to  God  belongs 
Repeal  his  mercies  in  your  Jong. 

4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  direclthe  night: 
His  mercies  evei  fhall  endure, 

When  funs  and  meonsfliallffiine  no  more. 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  piomis'd  land  i 
Wonders  of  Grace  to  God  belong, 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  ycurfmg. 


PSALM     CX  XXVII.  279 

He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  (in, 
And  felt  his  pity  move  within  : 
His  mercies  everjkall  endure, 
When  death  andjinjhall  reign  no  more. 

He  fent  his  Son  with  pow'r  to  f<rt'e 
From  guilt,  and  riarknefs,  and  the  grave  : 
Wonders  of  Grace  to  God  belong. 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  Jong. 

Thro'  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 

And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  feat  : 

Mis  mercies  everjhal'i  endure, 

When  this  vain  world  fnall  be  no  more* 

PSALM     197. 

The  Babylonijii  Captivity. 

ALONG  the  banks  where  Babel's  current  flows. 
Our  captive  bands  in  deep  defpondence 
WhileZions  fall  in  fad  remem'brance  rofe,[itray'd , 
Herfnends,  herchildren,  mingled  with  the  dead. 
The  tunelefs  harp,  that  once  with  joy  we  fbung, 
When  praifeemploy'd  and  mirth  infpir'd  the  Jay, 
In  mournful  filence  on  the  willows  hung, 

And  growing  grief  prolong'd  the  tedious  day, 
The  barb'roas  tyrants,  to  increafe  the  woe, 

With  taunting  fmi'es  5  fong  ofZion  ciaim; 
Bid  facred  praife  in  dreams  melodious  flow, 
V^hilethey  blafpheme  the  great  Jehovah's  name. 
But  how,  in  heathen  chains  and  lands  unknown, 

Shall  Ifra'l's  fons  a  fong  of  Zion  raife  ? 
O  haplefs  Salem,  God's  terreUrial  throne,  " 

Thou  land  of  glory,  facred  mount  of  praife  ! 
If  e'er  my  mem'ry  lofe  thy  lovely  name, 

If  my  cold  heart  neglect  my  kindred  race, 
Let  dire  deftruftion  feize  this  guilty  frame  ; 
My  hand  ihall  perifh  and  my  voice  fhall  cea'e. 
Ma 


28o  PSALM     CXXXVIII. 

6  Yet  (hall  the  Lord,  who  hears  when  Zion  calls, 
O'ertake  her  foes  with  ten  or  and  difmay, 
His  arm  avenge  her  defolated  walls, 
And  raite  her  children  to  eternal  day, 

PSALM     138. 
Rejloring  and  Preferving  Grace; 

WITH  all  my  pnw'rs  of  heart  and  tongu< 
I'll  prai'e  my  Maker  in  my  fong  ; 
Angels  (hall  hear  the  notes  I  raife. 
Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  praife. 

2  [Angels  that  make  thy  chu-ch  their  care 
Shall  wunefsmy  devotions  th^re, 
While  holy  zeal  directs  my  eyes 
To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  fkies.l 

3  I'll  fing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord, 
I'll  fir;g  the  wonders  of  thv  word  ; 
Not  ad  the  works  and  names  below 
So  much  thy  pow'r  and  glory  fhov. 

4  To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rofe; 
He  heard  me.  and  fuodu'd  my  foes  : 
He  did  my  riling  fears  controu), 
And  itrengthdifi'us'd  through  all  my  foul, 

5  The  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  fiate, 
Frowns  on  the  proud,  and  fcorns  the  great ; 
But  from  his  throne  defcends  to  blefs 
The  humble  fouls  that  trufthis  grace. 

6  Amidfta  thoufand  fnares  \  ftand 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

7  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  be^inr 
To  favefrom  f  >rrows  orfrom  fins-        * 
The  work  that  wi  fdom  undertakes ' 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forlahes,       * 


V 


PSALM     CXXXIX.  281 

PSALM  1 39.     Firfi  Part.     Long  Metre. 
The  All-Seeing  God.  > 

ORD,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro'; 

1  Thine  eye  commands  wi'.h  piercing  view, 

My  rifing  and  my  refting  hours. 
My  heart  and  flefh  with  all  their  pow'rs 
j  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  mv  own, 
.Are  to  my  God  diltinftiy  known  ; 
He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  fpeak, 
Ere  from  my  op'ning  lips  they  break. 

3  Wi'fiin  thy  circling  pow'r  I  ftand, 
On  ev'ry  fide  I  find  thv  hand ; 
Awake,  afleep,  at  horr  e,  abroad, 

1  am  'urrcunded  ftill  with  God, 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  and  great ! 
What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height ! 
My  foui  with  all  the  pow'rs  I  boaft, 
Is  in  the  boundlefs  profpecl  loft. 

5  0  may  theft  thoughts  pojfefs  my  breajl, 
V> 'her e'er I  rove,  where'er  J  rejl; 
Nor  :et  my  weaker  oajjiom  dare 
CcnJenttofin,fvr  God  is  there. 

Pa   u    s   e     Firfl. 

6  Could  1   fo  falfe,  fo  faithlefs  prove, 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  pretence  fhun, 
Gr  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 

1  If  up  to  heaven  I  take  my  flight, 
'Tis  there  thou  dwell'ft  enthron'd  in  light;   " 
Or  dive  to  hell,  there  veng'ance  reigns, 
And  fatan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 

8  If  mounted  on  a  morning  ray 
I  fly  beyond  the  Weftern  fea, 
Thv  fwifter  hand  would  firfl  arrive, 
And  there  ar« ft  thy  fugitive, 

M3 


2S2         PSA  L  M     CXXXIX. 

9  Or  fhould  I  try  to  fhun  thy  fight 
Beneath  the  fpreading  veil  of  night, 
One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray 
Would  kindle  darknefs  into  day.° 

10  0  may  thefe  thoughts  pojfefs  m\  breafl, 
Where'er  1  rove,  where'er  I  reft  ; 
Nor  let  my  weaker  pafjions  dare 
Cvnfent  to  ft n,  for  God  is  there. 

Pause     Second. 

11  The  veil  of  night  is  nodifguife, 

No  fcreea  from  thy  all-fearching  eyes  ; 
i  hy  hand  can  feite  thy  toes  as  fooh 
Thro'  midnight  (hades  as  blazing  noon. 
a  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 
Great  God  they're  both  alike  to  th?e; 
No:  dea^/i  can  hide  what  God  will  fpy, 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 
1 8  0  may  thefe  thoughts  pojjefs  my  breafl, 
IV her  e'er  1  rove,  where'er  1  rejl  ; 
Nor  let  my  weaker  pafjions  dare 
Cc'fnt  to  fin,  for  God  is  there. 
PSALM   139.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
The  Wonderful  Formation  of  Man* 
i    '    PWAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God  I  came, 
*     A  work  of  fuch  a  curious  frame; 
Jn  me  thy  fearful  wonders  mine, 
And  each  pioclaims  thy  fkill  divine, 

2  Thine  eves  did  ail  my  limbs  furvey, 
Which  yet  in  dark  confufion  lay; 
Thou  faw'ft  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
Form'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 

3  By  thee  my  growing  pans  were  nam'd, 
And  what  thy  fov'reign  connfels  fram'd, 
The:  breaching  lungs,  the  beating  heart. 
Was  copy'd  with  unerring  art. 


P  S  A  L  U    CXXXIX.  2S3 

t  /'  t  I  aft  to  fhow  my  Maker's  name, 

God  ftamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame. 

And  in  fome  unknown  moment  join  d 

Tne  fv.iuVd  members  of  the  mind. 
5  There.  the  young  feeds  of  thought  began, 

And  ail  the  paflidns  of  the  man; 

Great  God ,  out  infant  nature  pays 

Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praife. 
Pause. 
S  Lord,  fir.ee  in  my  advancing  age 

I've  aaed  on  life's  bufy  ftage, 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  furmoimt,- 

The  pow'r  of  numbers  to  recount. 
7  I  could  i'urvey  the  ocean  o'er 

And  count  each  land  that  makes  the  Ihore, 

Before  my  fwifteft  thoughts  could  trace 

The  num'rous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 
S  Thefe  on  my  heart  are  ftilJ  imprert. 

With  thefe  I    give  my  eyes  to  reft; 

And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 

God  and  his  love  poffefs  my  mind. 

PSALM     139.     Third  Part.  Long  Metre 

Sincerity  pr oj ifs'd.,  and  Gracftried',  or,  The  Heart- 
parching  Ged. 

1  ^  j%  Y  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel, 

IVJL    When  impious  men  tran'grefs  thy  will  ? 
I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane 
Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain, 

2  Does  not  my  foul  deleft  and  hate 
The  fonsoi  malice  :md  deceit? 
Thofe  that  oppoie  thy  law  s  and  thee. 
1  count  for  enemies  to  me. 

8    Lord,  fcarcH  my  foul,  try  ev'ry  ISoug&t, 
Though  my  own  hear,  accuf-  me  not', 
Of  walking  in  a  ialfe  di  guile, 
I  beg  the  uia!  of  thine  eyes. 
M  A 


284         PSALM     CXXXIX. 

Dothfecrct  rnichief  lurk  within  ? 
Do  I  indulge  fome  unknown  fin  ? 
O  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  ftray, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfeft  way. 

PSALM      139.     Fir/1  Part,  Com.  Metre. 
God  is  ever)1  where* 
l  TN  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee, 
J.   In  vain  my  foul  would  try 
To  fhun  thy  prefenceLord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 
1  Thy  all-  furrounding  fight  furvevs 
My  rifing  and  my  reft, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  fecrets  of  my  breaft. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 

Before  they're  form'd  within  ; 
And  e'er  my  lips  pronounce  the  wosd, 
Ke  knows  thefenfe  I  mean. 

4  Oh  wond'rous  knowledge,  deep  and  high} 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  1  lie, 

Efcclcs'd  on  ev'ry  fide. 
.  .5  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  ftill, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  foul  from  tv'ry  ill, 
Secur'd  by  fov'reign  !ovf. 

Pause* 

6  Lord,  where  fhall  guilty  fouls  retire 

F01  gotten  and  unknown  ? 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
In  hea/n  thy  glorious  throne. 

7  Should  1  fuppi tfs  my  vital  breath 

To  'fcape  the  wrath  divine, 
Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death, 
And  make  the  grave  refign» 


PSALM    CXXX1X.         285 

8  If  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning  light 
I  fly  beyond  the  well, 
Thy  hand,  which  muft  fupport  my  flight, 
Would  foon  betray  my  red. 

o  If  o'er  my  fins  I  think  to  draw 
The  curtains  of  the  night, 
The  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
Would  turn  the  fhades  to  light.. 

jd  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour- 
Are  both  alike  to  thee: 
O  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  pow'r, 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

PSALM  139.     Second  Part.     Common  Metre, 

The  Wifdomof  God  in  the  Formation  of  Mart, 

1  \  \  7  HEN  I   with  pleafmg  wonder  ft  and 

VV     And  ail  my  frame  furvey, 
Lord  'tis  thy  work,  1  own  thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 

2  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  pofikft, 

Where  unborn  nature  gvevv 
Thv  wifdom  all  my  fearures.trac/d, 
And  all  my  members  drew. 

3  Thine  eye  wkh  mceft  care  furvey'd 

The  growth  of  cv'ry  part; 
Tiil  the  whole  fchemethy  thoughts- had  laid 
Was  copy'd  by  thy  art, 

4  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea,  and  fire  and  wind 
a  '       Show  me  thy  wond'rous  fklllj 

But  I  review. myieif;   and  find 
Diviner  wonders  [lid. 

k  Thy  aweful  glories  round  me  fhine, . 
My  flefh  proclaims  thv  praife; 
Lord,  to  thy  works  of  nature  joia 
Thy  miracles  of,  grace* 

An     "1 


s36      PSALM  CXXXIX,  CXL. 

PSALM  139.   VeT  i4,17,,8    Third  Part.  CM. 
The  Mercies  of  God  innumerable. 
An  Evening  Ffalm. 
1    T   ^^D  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 
■*~*     They  ftrike  me  with  furprife  ; 
Not  all  the  /ands  that  fpread  the  more, 
.    To  equal  numbers  rife. 
«  My  flefh  with-fearand  wonder  {lands, 
The  producl  of  thy  fkill, 
And  hourly  bleffings  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 
3  Thefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I   keep; 
How  kind,  how  dear  to  me  ! 
O  may  the  hour  that  ends  rny  flceD 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee! 
PSALM   140.     Common  Metre. 

1  pROTECT  us,  lord,  from  fatal  harm; 
X      Behold  our  rifing  woes; 

We  trull  alone  thy  pow'rful  arm, 
To  icatter  all  our  foes. 

2  Their  tongue  is  like  a  poifon'd  dart, 

1  heir  thoughts  are  full  of  guile ; 
While  Tage  and  carnage  fwell  their  heart, 
They   wear  a  peaceful  fmile. 

3  O  God  of  grace,  thy  guardian  care, 

When  foes  without  invade, 
Or  fpread  within  a  deeper  mare, 
St^f plies  our  conflant  aid. 

4  Let  falfehood  flee  before  thy  facey 

Thy  heav'nly  truth  extend, 
And  nations  taile  thy  heav'nly  grace, 
And  all  dektGon  end. 

3  With  daily  bread  the  poor  fupply, 
The  caufe  of  juitice  plead; 
And  be  thy  church  exalted  high, 
With  Chrift  the  glorious  head, 


PSALM    CXLI,  CXLII.    2S7 
PSALM  141.  V<r.  9,T5;IoogMcttc 
Watchfulnefi  and  Brotherly  Love. 
A  Morning  or  Evening  Pfalm. 
-    TV  \  Y  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 

M   Like  morning  inceufe  to thine  houfe, 
.     And  let  my  nightly  worfhip  rile 

Sweet  as  the  ev'mng  (acrihce. 
a  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  cv'ry  rafh  and  heediefs  word  , 
Nor  let  my  feel  incline  10  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  finners  lead. 
a  O  may  the  righteous,  when  I  ftray, 
Sm'ue  and  itpiove  my  wand'nng  way  I 
Their  gentle  words  like  ointment  ihed, 
Shall  never  brute,  but  cheer  my  head. 
4  When  1  behold  them  preft  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  relief  \ 
And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithfuf  love. 
PSALM  1 42.  C.  M.-God  is  the  Bcft  of  the  Hcl,hjk 
l   rTT^O  God  I  made  my  forrows  known, 
From  God  1  fought  relief ; 
In  long  compla'm'-s  before  his  throne 
I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief-  - 
a  My  foul  was  overwhelm"*!  with  woes, 
Mv  heart  began  to  break; 
My  God,  who.  ail  mv  burden  knows, 
Beholds  the  way  I  take. 
4   On  ev'rv  fitfft,  1  rail  mine  eye, 
And  found  my  helpers  gene, 
While  friends  and  8-Mflgers  paft  me  by 
Neglefted  or  unknown 
4  Then  did  1  raife  a  louder  cry, 
And  call'd  thy  mercy  near, 
«;  1  hcu  att  my  portion  when  I  die, 
«'  B«  thou  rny  nciuge  here.*' 


f?    ,  rPSkAL  M     CXLHI. 

m  '     ?m  brOU£ht  "seeding  low, 
Now  let  thine  ear  attend, 
•      A"?  makeAm  y.fow.  who  vex  me,  know 

Ive  an  Almighty  Friend. 
CFrommy  fadprifonfet  me  free, 
Thenlhalllpraifethyname; 
And I  holy  men   /hall  jcin  with  me, 
Ihjf  kmdnefs  to  proclaim. 

r     H  ?  Ar,L  M     r43-     Long  Metre 
Corplatnt  of  heavy  AflMons^  AiW  W  ^v 

M   He?r     rU,|UrdfiC'  "yg^0"  GodT 

And  crv  f£  I  P^  "*  han'd«  ab^ad 

And  cry  far  fuccourfrom  thy  throne, 

O  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known. 
2  »"  l??&ment  "ot  againft  me  pafs  : 
fienod  thy  fervant  pleads  thy  grace; 
^hou'd  juftice  call  us  to  thy  bar, 
tvomanahveisguiltitfs  there. 

3  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord  and  fee 
Ihe  mighty  woes  that  burden  me  ; 

Down  to  the  dun  my  life  is  brought, 
Like  one  long  bury'd  and  forgst 

4  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen, 
My  heart  is  de.'olate  within  • 

My  thoughts  in  mufing  filence  trace 
Ihe  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpfe  of  hope 
lo  bear  my  finking  fpirits  up  ; 

{"retch  my  hands  to  God  again, 
And  third  like  parched  land  for  rain 

6  For  the  I  thirft,  I  pray,  I  mourn; 
When  wiUthy  fmiling  Face  return? 

5nal,  all  my  joys  on  earth  remouej 

And  God  for  ever  hide  his  love  ? 

7  My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  fave, 
Will  fink  thy  pns'ner  to  the  grave  : 

My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye  : 
Make  hafte  to  help  before  I  die. 


PSALM     CXLIV.  289 

I  The  night  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
Diftrefling  pains,  diftrc  fling  fears; 
©  might  I    hear  chy  morning  voice. 
How  woaid  my  weary  pow'.s  rejoice  . 
In  thee  I  truft,  to  thee  I  figh 
And  lift  my  weary  foul  on  high  ; 
For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  day, 
And  wear  the  tirefome  hours  away. 

0  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  fnow, 
The  paths  in  which  my  feet  fhould  go : 
If  mates  and  foes  befet  the  road, 

I  flee  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 

1  Teach  me  do  thy  holy  will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heavenly  hill : 
Let  the  good  Spirit  of  thy    love 
Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 

12  Then  fliall  my  foul  no  more  complain, 

The  tempter  then  fhall  rage  in  vain; 

And  flefh  that  was  my  foe  bef©re, 

Shall  never  vex  my  fpirit  more. 
PSALM  144.  Pait  I.  Ver.  1,  %    Com.  Metre. 
AJJijlance andVittory  in  the fpiritual  Warfare. 

1  TT'OR  ever-blefled  be  the  Lord, 
X       My  Saviour  and  my  fhield: 
He  fends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 

To  arm  me  for  the  field, 

2  When  fin  and  hell  their  foes  unite, 

He  m  akes  my  foul  his  care ; 
Inftrufts  me  in  the  heav'nly  fight, 
And  guards  me  thro' the  war. 

3  A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine 

My  fainting  hopes  fhall  raife; 
He  makes  the  glorious  vicVry  mine. 
And  his  fhall  be  the  praife, 


2<p     psalm:  cxliv,  cxlv. 

PSALM  ,44.    Pa7tlu   CM    ^r.3>4,5>6. 
TfoVarit)  of  Man,  and  the  Condefcenfion  of  God. 

*    L°nRD'  "hatisman>  Poor  feeble  man, 
tforn  of  the  earth  at  firft  ? 
His  life  a  fhadow,  light  and  vain, 
Still  haft'ning  to  the  duft. 
2   O  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 
Or  ail  his  finful  race, 
That  God  fhould  make  it  his  concern 
To  vifit  him  with  grace  ! 
3  That  God  who  darts  his  ligh'nings  down, 
Who  (hakes  the  worlds  above, 
What  terrors  wait  his  awful  frown  J 
How  wond'rous  is  his  love  ! 

PSALM  144.    Partllh    L.  M.    Ver.  12— j5. 
Grace  above  Riches;  or,  the  Happy  Nation. 

1  T-T  ATP,PY  the  city* where  thcir  {°™ 

1  J.    Like  pillars  round  a  palace  fet, 
And  daughters  bright  as  polilh'd  ftones 
Give  ftrength  and  beauty  to  the  (late. 
a   Happy  the  land   in  culcure  drefs'd 

Whofe  flocks  and  com  have  We  mcreafe: 
Where   men  fecurelv  work  or  'reft 
Nor  fons  of  plunder  break  thc.r  peace. 
3   Happy  the  nation  thus  endow'd, 
But  more  divinely  bleft   are  (hole 
On  whom  theall-fufRcient  God 
Himfelf  with  all  his  grace  beftows. 

PS    ALM     143.     Long  Metre. 
TheGreatnefs  of  God. 

jVIY<S0n,CnlyuKing'  thy  va^'ous  praife 
JTX     Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days : 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue      *      ' 
fill  death  and  glory  rails  the  fong. 


PSALM    CXLV.  291 

l  The  wing  of  ev'ry  hour  (hall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  '.nine  ear; 
And  ev'ry  fetting  furi  fhall  fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 
q  Thy  truth  and  jullice  I'll  proclaim; 
1  hy  bounty  flows  an  endle'.s  itream  ; 
Thy  mercy  fwift,  thine  anger  flow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  flubbom  toe. 
4  Thy  works  with  fov'reign  glo-.y.flrine, 
And  ipeafc  thy  Majefty  divine; 
Let  ev'ry  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
The  found  and  honour  of  thy  name. 
Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raite 
i  he  long  iucceffion  of  thy  praile  ; 
/And  unborn  ages  make  m\  fong 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 
6  But  whocanfpeakthy  wond'rous  deeds, 
i  hy  gr-atnels  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  ; 
Vait  and  unfearchable    hy  ways! 
Vaft  and  immortal  be  thy  prafle  ! 
PSALM   HfrVer.  1  —  7,  i  1—13-  Part'  I.-*-C.  M. 
The  Greatntfs  of  God. 
_    G  as  1  live  I'll  kte!s  thy  name, 
My  King,  my  God  of  teve; 
My  work  and  joy  fhalJ  be  the  fame, 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknown, 

A  nd  let  his  praife  be  great ; 
I'll  fing  the  honours  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  fhall  dwell  upon  my  tongue; 

And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  that  hear  my  facred  fong 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  fons  fhall  teach  thy  name. 

And  children  learn  thy  ways; 
Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  nations  found  thy  praife, 


T  ° 

1^1   M 


292  PSALM    CXLV. 

5  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Shall  through  the  world  be  known  ; 
Thine  arm  of  pow'r,  thy  heav'nly  ftate 
With  public  fplendour  fhown. 

6  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands, 

Thy  faints  are  rul'd  by  love  ; 
And  thioe  eternal  kingdom  (lands, 

Tho'  rocks  and  hills  remove. 
PSALM    i45      Part  II.     CM.     Ver.  7.  &c. 
The.  Goodr.efs  of  God. 

1  Q  WE  ET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
O   My  God,  my  heav'nly  King  ; 

Let  age  to  age  thy  righteoufnefs 
In  founds  of  glory  fing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 

His  goodnefs  to  the  fkies; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  fhines, 
And  ev'ry  want  fupplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food, 
Thy  lib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat. 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  companions,  Lord  ! 

How  flow  thine  anger  moves  ! 
But  foon  he  fends  hi.-j  pard'ning  word 
To  cheer  the  fouls  he  loves. 

5  Creatures  with  all  their  endlefs  race 

Thy  pow'r  and  praife  proclaim; 
But  faints  that  tafte  thy  richer  grace 
Delight  to  blels  thy  name. 

PSALM   145.  Ver.  14,  17,  &c.  Part,  III.  C.  B 

Mercy  to  Sufferers  ;  or,  God  hearing  Prayer. 
1    '  '    EL  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak, 

L~J    rhou  fov'reiga  Lord  of  all; 
Thy  ftreagm'ntng  hands  uphold  the  weak, 

And  raife  the  poor  that  fall. 


PSALM     CXLVI.  293 

When  forrow  bows  the  fpirit  down, 

Or  virtue  lies  diftreft 
Beneath  fome  proud  oppreffor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'ft  the  mourners  reft. 
3  The  Lord  fupports  our  finking  days, 
And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 
Holy  and  juft  are  all  his  ways, 
And  all  his  words  are  truth  . 
He  knows  the  pain  his  fervants  feeJ, 

He  hears  his  children  cry  ; 
And  their  beft  wifhss  to  fulfil* 

His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 
His  mercy  never  fhall  remove 
From  men  of  heart  fincere  ; 
He  faves  the  fouls,  whofe  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 
1  [His  ftubborn  foes  his  fword  fhall  flay, 
And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  ; 
But  none  that  ferve  the  Lord  fnall  fay, 
"  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain." 
i  [My  lips  fhail  dwell  upon  his  praife, 
And  fpread  his  fame  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife 
The  honours  of  their  God.] 

PSALM     146.     Long  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  for  his  Goodnefs  and  Truth. 

1  T>  R  A  I  S  E  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  fhall  join 
Jl      In  work  fo  pleafant,  fo  divine; 

Now  while  the  flefh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  foul  alcends  to  God  . 

2  Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobleft  pow'rs, 
While  immortality  endures  ; 

My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  part, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft. 

3  Why  fhould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Princes  muff  die  and  turn  to  dud  ; 

Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'r, 
And  thoughts  all  vanifh  in  an  hour. 


294  PSAL  M     CXLV1. 

4  Happy  the  man,  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  If'ral's  God  ;  He  made  the  fky, 
And  earth,  and  leas,  with  all  their  tiain, 
And  none  fhall  find  his  promife  vain. 

6  His  truth  forever  (lands  fecure  : 

He  favesth'  oppreft,  he  feeds  the  poor; 
He  fends  the  lab'ring  confcience  peace, 
And  grants  the  piis'ner   fweet  releafe. 

6  The  Lord  to  fight  reftoresthe  blind; 
Tne  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mindj 
He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs. 

7  He  loves  the  faints,  he  knows  them  well; 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  ; 
Thy  God,  O  Zion,ever  reigns; 
Piaife  him  in  everlafting  ftrains. 

PSALM     146.      As  the  1 13th  Pfalm. 
Praije  to  Godfor  his  Gbodnefi  and  Truth. 
1    T*LL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath, 
J.    And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Pran'e  fhall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praife  fhail  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Why  fhould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Priocea  muft  die  and  turn  to  duft; 

T*  am  is  the  help  of  flefh  and  blood  ; 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'r. 
Ana  thoughts  all  vanifh  in  an  hour, 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promife  good. 

3  Happy  (he  man,  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  lfra'ls  God  :  He  made'the  fky, 

And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train: 
His  truth  forever  ftands  fecure  ; 
He  faves  th!  oppreft,  he  feeds' the  poor, 

And  none  fhall  find  hie  promife  vain. 


PSALM    CXLVII.  295 

1  The  Lord  hath  eves  to  give  the  blind ; 
The  Loid  ("imports  the  finking  mind  ; 

He  fends  the  lab'ring  conference  pea:e  : 
He  helps  the  ftrauger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatheilefs, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  tweet  releafe. 

5  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well  : 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell; 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  ; 
Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  enggge ; 

Praifc  him  in  everlafling  flrains. 

6  I'll  praife  him,  wHle  he  lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  fhaii  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs; 
My  davs  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 
Or  immortality  endures. 
PSALM  147.     Fbjl  Part.     Long  Metre. 
The  Divine  Nature,  Providence  and  Grace. 
1    T3RA1SE  >e  the  Lord;  'tis  good  to  raife 
JL     Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife; 
His  nature  and  his  woiks  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 
3  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufaleni, 

And  gathers  nations  to  his  name  : 
.     His  mercy  melts  the  ftubborn  foul, 
And  makes  the  broken  lpirit  whole, 

3  He  form'd  the  ftars,  thofe  hcav'nly.  flames, 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names, 
His  fov'reign  vifdom  knows  no  bound, 

A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 

4  Great  is  the  Lord,  and  great  his  might, 
And  all  his  glories  infinite  : 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  juft, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  daft, 


296  PSALM     CXLVIJ. 

.  P    A    U    5    E. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 
Who  fpreads  his  clouds  around  the  fky; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 

Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 

And  clothes  the  finding  fields  with  corn  j 
The  beafts  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  feeds  the  ravens  when  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creature's  {kill  or  force, 
The  vig'rous  man,  tru   warlike  ho>fe, 
The  fprightly  wit,  the  aftive  limb  ? 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

8  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight; 
He  views  his  children  with  delight: 

He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  finds  and  love,   his  image  there. 
PSALM     i47      Second  Put,     Long  Metre*' 
Summer  and  Winter. 

1  "1       ET  Zion  praift  -he  mighty  God, 

A-i   And  mane  his  honours  known  abroad; 
For  (weet  the  joy,  our  fongs  to  raife, 
And  glorious  is   he  work  of  praife. 

2  Our  children  live  fecure  and  bleft; 
Our  fhores  have  peace,  our  cities  reft  \ 
He  feeds  our  fons  wuh  fineft  wheat, 
And  adds  his  bleflings  to  their  meat. 

3  The  changing  f<  afons  he  ordains, 
The  earlv  and  the  latter  rains  ; 

His  flakes  of  fnow  like  w  >ol  he  fends, 
And  thus  the  fpringing  corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  froft  he  ftrews  the  ground 
His  hail  defcends  with  dreadful  found; 
His  icy  bands  the  rivers  hold, 

And  terror  arms  his  wintry  cold. 


PSALM     CXLVII.  297 

He  bids  the  warmer  breezes  blow, 
1  he  ice  diffolves,  the  waters  flow. 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways 
To  call  his  people  to  his  praife. 
Thro*  all  our  realm  his  laws  are  fhown  5 
His  gofpcl  thro*  the  nation  known  ; 
He  hath  not  thus  reveal'd  his  word 
To  ev'ry  land  :  Praife  ye  the  Lord, 
P  S  A  L  M,  147.  Ver.  7—9.  » 3~  l8    C'  Metre' 
The  Seafons  of  the  Year. 
ITH  longs  and  honour  founding  loud, 
Aodrefs  the  Lord  on  high ; 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  fpreads  his  cloud, 

And  waters  veil  the  fky. 
He  fends  his  fhow'rs  of  blcffings  down 

To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
He  makes  the  grafs  the  mountains  crows, 

And  corn  in  vallies  grow. 
He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 

He  hears  the  ravens  cry  ; 
But  man  who  taftes  his  fineft  wheat 

Should  raile  his  honours  high. 
His  fteady  counfels  change  the  face 

Gt  the  declining  year; 
He  bids  the  iun  cut  fhort  his  race, 

And  wint'ry  days  appear. 
His  hoary  frofl,  his  fleecy  fnow, 

Defcend  and  clothe  ihe  ground  ; 
The  liquid  I  reams  lorbear  to  flow, 

In  icy  fetters  bound. 
When  from  his  dreadful  fiores  on  high 

He  pours  the  founding  hail, 
The  wretch  that  dares  his  God  defy 

Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 
He  fends  his  word  and  melts  the  fnowf 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  fpring  return. 


29^        P  S  A  L  M     CXLVril. 

'  8  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 
Obey  his  mighty  wo:d  : 
With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud, 
Praife  yc  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM      1*8.     Proper  Metre. 
Praife  to  Cod/)  on  ail  Creatures, 
s    *V7"E  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

X     With  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
And  ofFeT  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praife. 
Ye  holy  throng, 
Of  angels  bright 
In  worlds  of  light 
Begin  the  long. 
2  Thou  fui  with  dazzling  rays, 
And  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife, 
With  ftars  of  twinkling  light. 
His  pow'r  declare, 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly 
In  empty  air. 
3*The  fhining  worlds  above 
In  glorious  order  fland, 
Or  in  fwift  courfes  move, 
By  his  fupreme  command. 
He  fpake  the  word, 
'And  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came 
To  praife  the  Lord. 
4  He  mov'd  the  r  mighty  wheels 
in  unknown  ages  paft, 
And  each  his  word  fulfils, 
While  time  and  nature  laft. 
In  different  ways 
His  works  proclaim 
His  wond'rous  name, 
.And  fpeak  his  praife. 


PS.AL  ML.    CXLVH1.     i  299 

Pause, 

Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 
And  monflers  of  the  deep, 
The  filh  that  cleaves  the  leas, 
Or  in  their  bofom  deep  ; 

From  fea  to  fhore 

Their  tribu:eday, 

And  (till  difplay 

Their  Maker's  pow'r. 

Ye  vapouis,  hail,  and  fnow, 
Praife  ye  th'  Almighty  Lord, 
And  ftormy  winds  that  blow 

To  execute  his  word. 

When  lightnings  (bine 

Or  thunders  roar, 

Let  eaith  adore 

His  hand  divine. 
Ye  mountains  near  the  ikies. 
With  lofty  cedats  there, 
And  trees  of  humbler  fize 
That  fruit  in  plenty  bear  : 

Beafts  wild  and  tame, 

Birds,  flies  and  worms, 

In  vai  ious  forms 

Exalt  his  name. 

Ye  kings  and  judges,  fear, 
The  Lord  the  fov'reign  King  : 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heav'nly  honours  fing  ; 

Nor  let  the  dream 

Of  pow'r  and  ftate 

Make  you- forget 

His  pow'r  fupreme. 

Virgins  and  youths  engage 
To  found  his  praife  divine, 
While  infancy  ai.dage 
Their  feeble  voices  join. 


300         PSALM     CXLVIII. 

Wide  as  he  reigns 
His  name,  be  funz 
By  ev'Ty  tongue 
In  endlefs  ftrains, 

io  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  God  that  rules  above  ; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 
And  make  them  taOe  his  love: 

While  earth  and  fky 

Attempt  his  praife, 

His  faints  ihull  rife 

His  honours  high. 

PSALM    148-     Paraphrafed.     Long  Metre. 
Univerfal  Praife  to  God 

LOUD     Hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 
From  diftant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell  : 
Let  heav'n  begin  tnefoJemo  word, 
And  found  ii  dreadful  down  to  hell. 
Note,  This  Pfalm  may  befuig  to  the  Tune  of  the  old 
112th  cr   117th  Pfa!m,ijthefe  two  Lines  be  added 
to  every  Stanza  (viz  ) 

Each  of  nis  works  his  name  difplays, 
Bui  they  can  ne'er  complete  the  praife. 

[Otlierwife  t  mujl  be  Jung  to  the  ujual  Tunes 
of  the  Long  Metre. 
2    The  lord,  how  abiolute  i.e  reigns, 
Lei  ev'ry  angel  bend  the  knee. 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heav'nly  ftrain, 
And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

3  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 
An  awful  throne  of  mining  blifs: 
Fly  ihro*  the  world,  O  fun.  and  tell, 
How  dark  thy  beams  compar'd  to  hi?. 

4  Au'ake  yetempefls  and  his  fame, 

In  founds  of  dreadful  praile  declare ; 
Let  the  fweet  w hi f per  of  his  name 
•  Fili ev'ry  gen;ler  breeze  of  air. 


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HYMN     I.       Common  Metre. 

$  new  Jong  to  the  Lamb  that  wasjlain.  Riv.  v,  6,  S,  9. 
10,  12. 

BEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 
Amidft  his  Father's  throne  : 
Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name 
And  Jongs  before  unknown. 
i  Let  elde»s  worfhip  at  his  feet, 
The  church  adore  around; 
With  vials  full  of  odou'S  fwee:, 
And  harps  of  iweeter  found, 
3  Thofci  are  the  pray'i  <  "f  al!  the  faints 
Ana  'heft  the  hym  s  ihry  raiie  ; 
Jefui  is  k'.v'  ro  our  complaints, 
He  loves  10  hear  our  praife. 
j  [Eternal  Father,  who  fhall  look 
Into  thy  iccret  will  ? 
A  %. 


HY^NS  AND  B.I. 

Who  but  the  Son  thai:  take  that  book, 
And  open  every  Teal  ? 

5  He  (hall  fulfil  thy  great  decrees, 

The  Son  Jc'Vives  u  well  ;t 
Lo,  in  his  nand  the  fov'reign  keys 
Of.  heav'n  and  d,ath,  and  hell  !J 

6  Now  to  the  Lamb,  that  once  was  fiain, 

Beendlefs  bleffings  paid  : 
Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
For  ever  on  thy  head. 

7  Thou  haft  redeem'd  our  fouls  with  blood. 

Haft  fet  thepris'ntrs  free. 
Haft  made  us  kings  and  prills  to  God, 
Apd  we  ihall  reign  with  thee. 

S  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 
A.r<   pu;  beneath  thy  power; 
Then  (ho'rten  thefe  delaying  days, 
Aud  bring  the  promis'd  hour. 

HYMN     2.     Long  Metre. 

The  deity  a-id  humanity   of  (Thrift,  John  i.  i,  3,  14; 
undCo\.  i.  x6  ;  anrf  Eph.  iii.  9,   10. 
"*■ "  ~  '■   E  the  blue  heav'ns  were  ftretch'd  abroad, 
/erlsiiing  was  the  word  :    * 
God  he  was  ;  the  word  was  God, 
And  mud  divrarly  be  ador'<K 

his  own  pow'r  were  all  things  made, 
3y  him  fuppoued  all  things  ftand. 
He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 
Auo  angels  fly  al  his  command. 

3  Ere  fin  was  bom,  or  Jalan  fell, 
He  led  the    hod  of  morning  ftars  j 
(Thy  generation  who  can  tei), 

Or  count  the  numbei  of  thy  years? 

4  But  lo,  he  lea.es  thofe  h<  iv'nly  forms, 
The  word  defends  a\)d  dwells  in  clay, 


B  [  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

That  he  may  hold  converfe  with  worms, 

DrefsM  in  fuch  feeble  flefe  as  the* 
r   Morals  with  joy  beheld  his  face 

Th'  eternal  Father's  only  Son  ; 

How  full  of  uoth  !  how  fu  1  or   grace  ! 

When  thro' his  eVe    the   Godhead  feoaei 
6  Archangels  leave  their  hiSh  abode. 

To  learn  new  m-  ft'ries  here  and  t$ll        .. . 

The  love  of  our  de  eeodmg  Got., 

The^loriesof  ImnnwueL 

°    H  Y  M  NT    3-         Sh°rt  Metre*      J    i 
The  notify  of  C  ^      Luke  u   30,  Sec.     lu* 
10,  &  - 

13  The  p'romife  is  fulfill 

Afary  the  wend'rous  virgin  bears, 
And  Jff  s  is  the  child. 

2  [TieLord,  the  bigheft  God, 
Calls  mm  his  or  \ :  Son  ; 

He  bidsfhim  rule  the  lands  abroad, 
And  giyea  him  Daiid  s  throne. 

3  O'er  Jacob  (hall  he  reign   • 
With  a  peculiar  I  way  ; 

The  nations  fnalJ  his  grace  obtain, 

)His  kingdom  ne'e'  deca-  .j 
4  To  bring  the  glor  ous  news, 
,'i  he  v ' n  1  y  For qa  a  ppeaYs  ; 
He  lefts  the  fh<  pnerds  of  theb^pys, 
And  bani.b's  their  fears. 
5  Co  humble  Jwainx,  fa  id  be, 
T§  David's  cih 
TfUfromis'd  infant  d.ntoday, 
Doth  in  a  mang  t 
§  jviih  looks  and  heart  fetene., 
Go  vijit  Chrilb  your  Kir.g  ; 
And  ftiai5ht  a  flaming  troop  was  Teen  •, 
■.  Th?  fliepherds  heard  them  ring  : 

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?  O,ot y  to  God  en  high ! 

And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth, 
Good  will  to  men,  to  angdsjoy, 
At  the  Redeemer's  birth. 

8  [In  worfhip  fo  divine 

Let  faints  employ  their  tongues, 
a  With  the  celellial  hoft  we  join, 
And  loud  repeat  their  fongs, 
|K  Glory  to  GoeLcn  high  ! 

And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth, 
Good  will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
At  our  Redeemer's  birth  J 

Hymn  4.     Referred  t&  the  2d  Pfahn* 
HYMN   5.     Com^-,^ 

^ivc Providence*.     Jobi.  2,. 
AKF.D  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 
And  crept  to  lifeatfirft, 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  duft. 
The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 

And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  fhort  favours  borrow'd  now. 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

'Tii  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high, 

Or  imks  them  in  the  grave, 
He  gives  and  (b!  tiled  be  his  name  fj 

He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 
Peace,  all  ou:  angry  paffions  then, 

Let  each  rebellious  figh 
Be  i?.ent?t  his  fov*r«  gn  will. 

And  ev'ry  murmur  die, 
If  fmiimg  mei  cy  crown  our  live*,  j 

Its  prailes  ihall  be  Ipread, 
And  we'll  adore  the  juftice  too 

at  ftr ike's  our  comfort* dead. 


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B  I.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 

HYMN     6.     Common  Metre. 
Triumph  over  Death.     Job.  xix.  25,  26,  ^ 
%   f^  RE  AT  God,  I  own  the  fentcace  jutt, 
\J     And  nature'  mutt  decay  ; 
I  yield  my  body  to  the  duft, 
To  dwell  with  fellow -clay. 
s  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
And  trample  on  the  tombs ; 
My  lefus,  my  Redeemer  lives, 
My  God,  my  Saviour  comes. 
g  The  niighly  cov.qu'ror  &&  appeaf- 

Hifh  on  a  royal  teat, 
And  death  the  iaft  of  all  his  foes, 

Lie  vanquim'd  ai  his  feet,  _      ^ 

4  Though  greedy  worms  devour  my  lkm, 
And  gnaw  my  wafting  ♦lelh, 
When  God  fhall  build  my  bones  again, 
He'll  clothe  them  all  afrefh; 
c  Then  fhall  1  fee  thy  lovely  face 
Wiih  ftrong  immortal  eyes, 
And  feaft  upon  thy  unknown  grace 
With  plea  hire  and  fur-pnfe, 

H  Y  M  N     7.     Common  Metre. 
The  invitation  of  the  gofpd  :  Or,  fpinUial  food  an<k 
c'othingi-    Ifa.  lv»  is  2>  <*c' 

1  Y    ET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 
1  j     And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice, 

The  trumpet  of  the  gofpel  lounds,. 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry  ftarving  fouls, 
That  feed  upon  the  v.  irid, 
And  vainly  ftfive  with  earthly  toys 

To  fiii  an  empty  mind  : 

3  Eternal  Wifdom  has  prepar'd 
a  foul -reviving  feaft. 

A   i, 

1 


HYMNS  B. 

And  bids  your  longing  appetites 

The  tich  provifion  tafte. 
Ko  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  firearm, 

And   pine  away  and  die  ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirft 

With  fmings  that  never  dry. 
Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 

ion  in  abundance  flows 

Like  Roods  ol  milk  and  wine. 
[Ye  perifhiiig  and  naked  poor, 

Who  work  with  mighty  oain, 
To  weave  a.  garment  ot  your  own, 

will  not  hide  your  fin  ; 
Come  naked  and  adorn  your  fouls 

In  robes  prepaid  by  God, 
Wrought  by  the  labours  of  his  Son, 

And  dyed  in  his  blood  j 
Dear  God  !  the  treafures  of  thy  love 

Are  e_verlafttng  mines, 
Deep  as  <  ur  hrlplefs  mis'iies  are 
■j  bound  iefs  as  our  Lm  I 

The  happy  gates  of  gofpel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day: 
Lord  we  are  come  to  feek  fupplies; 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

HYMN     8.     Common  Metre. 
'u  fsfcty  and  protiQion   cf  the   church,  I'a.  xwi.   \ 

*t  3'  4»  5>  6- 
TJO'V  honotnab>  is  the  place 
loie  we  adoring  (land, 
of  the  earth, 
id  teauty  of  the  land  ; 

)  i?'acr  defend 
. .   d  veil  ; 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  9 

The  walls  of  ftrong  falva.ion  made, 
Defyth'  affaultsof  hell. 

3  Lift  up  the  everlafting  gates, 

The  doors  wide  open  fling, 
Eater  ye  nations,  that  obey 
The  ftatutes  of  our  King. 

4  Mere  (hall  you  talk  unmn.gled  joys. 

And  live  in  perfeft  peace  ; 
You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 
And  ventur'd  on  his  grace. 

5  Truft  in  the  Lord,  for  ever  truft, 

And  banifh  all  your  fears  : 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwell?, 
Eternal  as  his  years. 
5   What  tho'  the  rebels  dwell  on  high, 
His  arm  ffiail  bring  them  low; 
Low  as  the  caverns  of  the  grave 
Their  lo  fy  heads  mail  bow. 
7  On  Batyton  our  feet  mall  tread, 
In  thai  rejoicing  hour; 
The  ruins  of  her  wails  (hall  fpread 
A  pavement  for  tie  poor. 

HYMN    9,     Common  Metre, 
The  promijes  of  the  covenant  (/grace.    Ifa.  iv.  i.  9/ 
Zech.xm.  t,   Mic  vii,  19.  Ezek,xxxvi.   £5,  &c. 
i    I  N  vain  we  lavifh  out  our  lives, 
X  To  gather  empty  wind; 
The  choifUl  bl.  flings  earth  can  yield 
Will  ftarve  a  hungry  mind. 
;..   Come:  and  the  Lord  fhall  feed  our  fouls, 
With  nvjre  fubftantial  meat, 
With  fuch  as  famts  in  glory  love, 

With  fuc.h  as  angds  eat. 
Our  God  will  ev'ry  want  fupply, 
And  fill  our  hearts  wiih  peace  j 
He  give;  by  cov'nant  and  by  oath 
The  riches  of  1  is  grace. 
A  5 


KYMNS  AND  B.I. 

4  Conic,  and  he'il  ckanfe  our  fpotted  fouls, 

And  wafh  away  our  ftains 
In  the  dear  fountain  that  his  Son, 
Pour'd  from  his  dying  veins. 

5  I  Cur  guilt  (hall  vanifh  a!)  away 

Tho'  black  as  hell  before  ; 
Our  fins  fhall  fink  beneath  the  fea, 
And  fhall  be  found  no  more. 
|  Anileft  pollution  fhould  o'erfpread 
Out  inward  powers  again, 
His  Spirit  fhall  bedew  our  fouls 
Like  puiilyin.o  rain.] 
'  -  Our  heart  that  flinty  ftubboro  thing, 
That  terrors  cannot  move, 
That  fears  no  threat'uings  of  his  wrath, 
Shall  be  diilolv'd  by  love  ; 
8  Or  he  can  take  the  flint  awav 
That  would  not  be  refin'd, 
!(<*  And  from  thetreafures  of  his  grace, 

Bellow  a  fofter  mir.d. 
Hy  There  fhall  his  facred  Spirit  dwell. 
And  deep  engTave  his  law, 
-And  tv'ry  motion  of  our  fouls 
T"»  'wilt  obedience  draw. 
^  'inus  will  he  pour  falvation  down, 
And  we  fhall  render  praife ; 
Wetbedear  people  ef  his  love, 
And  he  our  God  of  giace. 

HYMN    to.    Short  Metre. 
/Tit  blejfednefs  of gofpd  times:   Or,  the  revelation  of 
Chriit  to  Jews  an./   Gentiles.     Ifa.  v.  2,  7,  8,  9, 
to.  Ma  h.  xiii.  i6:  17. 
,    TJJ  OW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Jfl     Who  Aai  d  on  Zion's  hill, 
Who  bring  falvacion  on  their  tongues, 

And  words  o^  peace  reveal! 
How  charming  is  their  voice, 
How  fweet  the  udings  are! 


B.I.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 

«  Zion.  behold  thy  Saviour  King. 

«  He  reigns  and  tiiuraphs  here- 
a  How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  found, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  tor 

And  fought  but  never  found  ! 

4  How  blefTed  are  our  eyes, 
That  fee  thisheav'nly  light ; 

Prophets  and  kings  defir'd  it  long, 
But  dy'd  without  the  fight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerufakm  breaks  forth  in  fongs, 
And  deferts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 

Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold, 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God; 

HYMN     li.     LongMefre. 

The  humble  enlightened,  and  carnal  reafon  humbled :  i 

the  fovereignty  of  grace.     Luke  x.  2 1 ,  22. 
1    npHERE  was  an  hour  when  Chrijl  rejoic\i"j 

|    And  fpoke  his  py  in  words  of  praife; 
»  father,  1  thank  thee,  mighty  God, 
«  Lord  of  the  earth,  and  heav'ns  and  .leas, 
a  «*  I  thank  thy  fov 'reign  pow'r  and  love, 
««  That  crowns  my  doctrine  with  fticCefsj 
«  And  makes  the  babes  ^knowledge  learn 
•«  The  heights  and  breadths,  and  lengths  of  grafc.j 
0  m  But  all  this  glory  lies  conceal'd, 
«  From  men  of  prudence  and  of  might  : 
«  The  prince  of  darknefs  blinds  their  eyes,       J 
»  And  their  own  pride  refills  the  hgbr. . 
4  «  Father,  'tis  thus,  becaufethy  will 
*  Chofe  and  ordain'd  it  mould  be  fo ;    • 


HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

<l    'Tis  thy  delight  t'abafeihe  proud, 
a'*'  And  lay  the  haughty  (corner  low. 
j  .£  "  1  here's  none  can  know  the  Father  right 
pf*'  But  thofe  who  learn  it  from  the  Son, 
I  u  Nor  can  the  Son  be  well  receiv'd, 
I  *:  But  where  the  Father  makes  him  known  " 

€  Then  let  our  fouls  adore  our  God, 
C  That  deals  his  graces  as  he  pleafe  ; 
*  Nor  gives  to  mortals  an  account, 
j;  Cr  of  his  actions  or  decrees. 

HYMN     ; 2.     Common  Metre. 
Free  grace  in  revealing  Chrift.     Luke  x.  2 1 . 

7ESUS  the  man  of  conftant  grief, 
A  mourner  all  his  days; 
j  is  Spirit  once  rcjoic'd  aloud, 
f     And  turn'd  his  joy  to  praife. 
p  Father  J  thank  thy  zuond'rous  love, 
.  That  hath  reveal' d  thy  Son 
men  unlearn" A;  and  to  babes    . 
I  xHus  made  thygojpe'.  known. 
mThe  my/l'rie;  oj  redeeming  grace 
*\Arc  hidden  from  the  wife, 

'}ride  and  carnal  reas'nirgsjoin 
~o  [well and  blind  their  eyes. 
jfhus  doth  ;hc  Loid  or  heaven  and  eavih 

'reat   decrees  fulfV, 
»d  orders  all  his  works  of  grace, 
By  his  ovsn  fov'reign  will. 

HYMN     13.     L  ng  Metre. 

./God  encamate :  Or,  the  titles  audiht  kingdom 
of  Christ.     Ifa.  ix.  2,  6  7. 
*JpHE  lands  that  long  in  darkne's  lay, 
Now  have  beheid  a  heav'nly  light, 
ns  '.hat  fa  in  death's  cold  fhade, 
jarb!e(s'd  with  beams  divinely  bright. 

virgin's  promis'd  Son  is  born  ; 
VhoM  th:  expected  child  appear  ; 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL    SON  i 

What  (hall  his  names  or  titles  br  ? 
The  W&nderj '/,  The  Counf.tlor. 
3  [This  infant  is  the  mighty  God, 
Come  to  be  fuckled  and  ador'd  ; 
Th'eternal  Father,  Prince  of  Peace 
The  Son  of  David  and  his  Lord.] 

4.  The  government  of  earth  and  feaj 
Upon  his  fhoulders  mall  be  laid  ; 
His  wide  dominions  flia!]  encreafe, 
And  h onours  to  his  name  be  paid. 

5.  Jefus  the  holy  child  fhall  fit 
High  on  his  father  David's  throne, 
Shall  crufh  his  foes  beneath  his  feet, 
And  re:gn  to  ages  yet  unknown. 

HYMN     14.     Long  Metre. 
The  triumph  of  Faith  .  Or,  Chrift'j  unchangeable  levc 
{  Rom.  viii.  33,  &c. 

1  \A^LO  flaa11  the  Lor<*'5  cleft  condemn  ? 

VV    'lis  God  thatjuftifies  their  fouls, 
And  mtrcy  like  a  mighty  ftream, 
O'er  all  their  Ufa's  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  fhall  adjudge  the  faints  to  hell  ? 
'Tis  Chri/i  that  fuffer'd  in  their  fteatd; 
An-,1  the  fa  vatien  to  fulfil, 

Behold  him  lifing  from  the  dead. 

3  He  lives  !  he  lives!   and  fits  above, 
For  ever  Interceding  there  : 

Wrho  (ball  divide  us  from  his  love, 
Or  what  fhculd  tempt  us  to  defpair  ? 

4  Shall  perfeeution  or  diftrefs, 
Famine,  or  fword,  or  nakednefs  ? 

He  that  ha;h  lov'd  us,  bears  us  through,  ,< '* 

And  makes  us  more  than  conqu'rors  too. 

5  Faith  bath  an  overcoming  pow'r, 
ft  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour  : 
Chrijl  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  hope, 
Nor  can  we  fink  with  (ugh  a  prop, 


i4  HYMNS  AND  B.   I. 

6  Not  all  tha-  men  on  earth  can  do, 
Nor  pow'rs  on  high,  nor  pow'rs  below, 
Shall  cawfe  his  mercy  to  remove, 
Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Chrijl  our  love. 

H  Y  M  N     i5,    Long  Metre. 
Our  own  weaknefs,and  Chrift  our  Jirength.     2.  Cor, 

xii    7,  9,  !0. 
1    V    ET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay, 
L-j  Strength  Jka/l  be  equal  to  the  day: 
Then  I  rejoice  111  deep  diitrefs, 
Leaning  on  all-fufficient  grace, 
a  I  gloty  in  infirmity, 
That  CAriJl's  o    n  pow'r  may  reft  on  me  ; 
When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  ftrong, 
Grace  is  my  fhicld,  and  Ckriji  my  fong. 

3  I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 
All  fufT'rings,  if  my  Lord  be  there  ; 
Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  his  left  hand  my  head  fuftains. 

4  But  if  the  Loid  be  once  withdrawn, 
And  we  attempt  the  work  alone; 

'  vVhen  new  temptations  fpring  and  rife, 
ve  find  how  great  our  weaknefs  is. 
;  So  Sampfon,  when  his  hair  was  loft, 
,vlet  the  Phiiifiina  to  his  coft; 
^hook  his  vaia  limbs  with  fad  furprife, 
Made  feeble  fight,  and  loft  his  eyes. 

HYMN     16.     Common  Metre. 
Hojanna  to    Chrift.     Math,    xxi-     9.     Luke    xlx. 

38,  40. 
,1     TJ  OS  ANNA  to  the  royal  Son 

Of  David's  ancient  line ! 
/lis  natures  two,  his  perfon  one, 

Myftcrious  and  divine. 
2  The  root  of  David  here  we  find, 
And  offspring  is  the  fame  ; 


B.L         SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Etejnity  and  time  are  join'd 
In  our  Immanuel's  name. 

3  Blefs'd  he  that  comes  to  wretched  men 

"With  peaceful  news  from  heav'n  ! 
Ho/annas,  of  thehigheft  Grain 
To  Chrijl  the  Lord  be  giv'n  J 

4  Let  mortals  ne'er  refufe  to  take 

Th'  Hojanna  on  their  tongues, 
Left  recks  and  ftones  mould  raife,  and  break 
Their  filence  into  fongs. 

HYMN    17.     Common  Metre. 
Vi&ory  over  dextk.     1  Cor.  xv.  55,  &c. 
%    f~\  FOR  an  overcoming  faith 
V_/    To  cheer  my  dying  hours, 
To  triumph  o'er  the  moufter  death, 
And  all  his  frightful  powers! 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  ftrength  I  have. 

My  quiv'ring  lips  fhould  fmg, 

Where  is  thy  boajled  viffry,  grave  ? 

And  where  the  morjlcr's  fiing  ? 

3  If  fin  be  pardon'd  I'm  fecure, 

Death  has  nofting  befide  ; 
The  law  gives  fin  its  damning  pow'r; 
But  Chrijl  my  ranfom  dy'd. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 

Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 
"Who  makes  us  conqu'rors,  while  we  die, 
Through  Chrijl  our  living  head. 

HYMN    18.     Common  Metre. 
Blejjed    are  the  dead  that  die  in  the    Lord.     Rev.* 

xiv.  13. 
j   Yjr  EAR  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  proclaim*' 
JljL  For  all  the  pions  dead, 
Sweet  is  the  favour  of  their  name$| 
And  loft  tbew  fleeping  bed. 


*«  HY  B.  I. 

2  They  die  in  Jefus  and  are  blefs'd  ;    . 
How  kind  their  (lumbers  are  ! 

From  'ufl'.ings  and  from  fins  rekat'd, 
And  freed  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

3  Far  from  : bis  world  of  toil  and  fhife, 
They're  pre  e;it  with  the  Lord ; 

The  labours  «  f  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

H  Y  M  N    19.     Common  Metre. 

The  Jong  of  Simeon ;    Or,    death    made    defr<Mt. 

Liake  i.  27,  &c. 

1     !      ORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
JL^    As  happy  Simeon  came, 

hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here; 
O  make  our  joys  the  fame. 

With  what  divine  and  vaft  delight 
The  good  old  man  Was  fill'd, 
hen  fondly  in  his  wither'd  arms 
Heclafp'dthc  Holy  Child  ; 
ts  Now  I  can  leave  this  world,  hecry'd, 
"  Behold  thy  fervant  dies; 
*  I've  leen  thy  great  falvation,  Lord, 
"  Andcloie  my  peacelul  eyes. 

"  This  is  the  light  prepar'd  to  fhine 

"  Upon  the  Gentile  lands, 

Thine  Ifrael's  glory,  and  their  hope, 

"  To  b.eak  their  flavifh  bands." 
Jefui  !  the  vifion  of  thy  face 
JHatii  overpow'ring  charms  ! 
;~aro:  fhall  1  k'eld<ath's  cold  embrace, 

it  innji  be  in  my  arms. 

hen  will  ye  hear  my  heart  firings  break, 
'How  fwect  my  minutes  roll  ! 
mortal  palenefson  my  cheek, 
I    And  glory  in  my  foohj 


B.I.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  17 

K  Y  MN    20.     Common  Metre: 
Spiritual    apparel,     viz.     the    ro'e    of  ^  righteouf  efs . 

and  garments  of  fxlvaticn.     I  fa,   ixi.  10. 
x      A   W    Kh  my  heart,  arife  my  tongue, 

/\   Prepare  a  tune  ul  voice  ; 
In  God  the  life  of   all  my  joys, 
Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 

2  'lis  he  adorn'd  mv  naked  foul, 
And  mtidc  (ahation  mine  ; 

Upon  ?  P-)!  polluted  worm 
H.  makes  his  graces  fhine. 

3  And  left  the  fhadow  of  a  fpot 
Should  on  mv  feu!  be  found. 

Re  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought, 
And  call  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  the  heav'niy  robe  exceeds 
What  earthy  princes  wear  ! 

Thcfe  ornaments  how  bright  they  fhine  ! 
How  white  the  garments  a  e  ! 

5  The  fpirit  wrought  my  faith  ani  love, 
And   hope   in   ev'ry  grace  ; 

But    Jefus   fpent  his  life,  to  work 
The  lobe  of  right'ou'nefs. 

6  Strangely,  my  foul,  art  thou  "array 'd 
By  the  great  facred  Three  ! 

In  iweetcft   harmony  of  praife 
Let  all  thy  pow'rs  agree. 

HYMN     at.     Common  Metre. 

A  vifion   of  the  kingdom,   of  Chrif:   among,  men, 

Rev.  xxi.   1,  ^,  3,  4. 

1    ,  '    O,  what  a  glorious  fighr  appears 

Jb — J     To  our    believing  eyes  ! 
The  earth  and  feas  are  pafs'd  away, 

And  the  old  rolling  fkie$. 


t8  HYiaNS  AND  I?,  1, 

2  From  the  third  hcav'n,  where  God.  refidesf 
That  holy,  happy  place, 

The  new    Jciujalem  comes  down, 
Adorn'd  with  ihining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  fhout  foi  joy'j 
And  the  bright  armies  Ting, 

11  Mortals  behold  the  facred  feat 
"  Of  your  defcending  King. 

4  "  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 
"  Removes  his  bleft  abode  ; 
Men,  the  dear  objefts  of  his  grace, 
"  And  he  the  loving.  God, 

0  u  riis  own  fdft  hand  fhall  wipe  the  tears 

"  From  ev'ry  weeping  eye, 
'  And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 
"  And  death  it  fell  lhall  die." 
How  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long  ! 
Shall,  this  bright  hour  delay  r" 

fwifter  round  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  wekome  day. 

Hymn  22  and  23.  Referred  to  Pfa.  125. 

HYMN     24.     Long  Metre. 

'"he  rich /inner  djing.    Ffal.  xlix.  6,  9.    Eccl.  viii.  8. 

Job  in,  14,  15, 

Ml    TN  vain  the  wealthy  mortals  toil, 
F        X    And  heap  their  Alining  duft  in  vain, 
I   Look  down  and  learn  the  humble  poor, 

And  bodft  thrir  lofty  hills  of  gain. 
I  2.  Their  golden    carditis  cannot  gafe 
heir   pai.ud  hearts  or  aching  heads 
,^r  trighr,  nor  bribe,  aporoaching  death 
iti'riag  roofs  and  downy  beds. 
r*"h  ,  1  <   iing'ring,  th'unwilling  foul, 
di(rn<d  furmnons  mull  obey, 
.jd  bid  a  long,  a  iiid  farewell, 
the  pale  lumps  of 


B.I.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  19 

4  Thence  they  are  huddled  to  the  grave, 

Where  kings  and  (laves  have  equal  thrones  ; 

Their  bones  without  diftinction  lie 

Among  the  heaps  of  meaner  bones. 

The  Rejl  referred  to  the  49M  Pfahi. 

HYMN    25.     Long  Metre. 

A  vijion  of  the  Lamb.     Rev.   v.  6,  7,  -8,  9> 

A  LL  moital  vanities  begone, 
JT\  Nor  tempt  my  eyes,  nor  tire  my  ears, 
Behold  amidit  the  eternal  throne    ,- 
A  vifion  of  the  -L^.T.b  «pp£ir£, 
6  f  Glory  his  fl«ecy  robe  adorns, 
Mark'd  with  the  bloody  death  he  bore  j 
Sev'n  are  his  eyes,  and  fev'n  his  horns, 
To  fpeak  his  wifdom  and  his  pow'r, 

3  Lo,  he  receives  a  fealed  book 
From  him  that  his  upon  the  throne ; 

7efus,  my  Lord,  prevails  to  look 

On  dark  decrees,  and  things  unknown. J 

4  All  the  aflembling  faints  around 
Jail  worfhipping  before  the  lamb, 
And  in  new  fongs  of  gofpel  found 
Addrefs  their  honors  to  his  name, 

5  The  joy,  the  fhout,  the  barsaon-y 
Tlies  o'er  theeverlafting  hills;" 
Worthy  art  thou  alone,  they '  cry,  «, 
T»  read  the  booh,  to  locfe  thefeals. 

6  Our  voices  join  the  heavVdy  ftrain. 
And  withtranfpo/ting  pleafure  fing, 
Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  flain, 
To  be  our  teacher  and  our  king  ! 

?  His  words  of  prophecy  reveal 
Eternal  councils," deep  dcfigns  : 
His  grace  and  vengeance  fhall  fulfil 
The  peaceful  and  the  dreadful  lines  i 


2o-  MMS  AND        .        B.  I. 

8  Thou  ball  redecm'd  ou?  rou!j  t%om  hell 
V\  uh  thine  invaluable  bl-od  ; 

.    And  wretches  that  did  once  rebel 
Are  now  made  fav 'rites  of  their  God. 

9  Worthy  For  ever  is  the.  Lord, 
That  dy'd  for  t.rearons  no'  his  own, 
Bvcv'ry  tongue  to  he  adoi'd, 

i1.  lid  dwell  upon  hi    F^cr's  throne. 

HYMN    z6.     Common  Metre. 
H'pe  of  heaven  by  the  refime^ion  cf  Chart,    i  Pet- 

l  a.  *  5- 

Y)  LKSVD  be  the  everlafling  God, 
J[J)    l'ljj*  Fa  hci  of  oar  i 

mercy  prais'd, 
:  jjc*riy  ados  'd 

2  When  from  the  dead  he  rais'd  his  Soa, 

sv.C.  .  dl'd     in  ro  the  fky, 
He  ga>e  our  fouls  a  lively  hope 
ulrl  never  die. 

3  What  though  our  inbred  fins  rr-quite 
•    Our  fit.  ill, 

Lord  our  Saviour  rofe, 
li  his  foliow  'rs  mult 

nhr:  :tance  divine 
K     crv^d  againll  that  o^y  ; 
:  is  Uncorrupted,  undefii'd, 
ri  cann<-t  wafte  aw;r 

Saio-s  byth'a  pow'rof  God  are  kept, 
hr  falvation  come  ; 

b,  as  ilrangers  here, 
"IdlCbij}  thilUalius  horn?. 

H  V   M  !*J     27.     Common  Metre. 
-»  ej  heaven  ;  or,  a  faint  prepsr'd  to  die, 
1  Tim.  iv.  6,  7.  8,  18. 
i  may  dtffolve  my  bo  y  now, 
bear  ir.y  fpirit  home  : 


:.   ].       SPIRITUAL  SOKGS.  2T 

/hy  do  my  minutes  move  fo  flow, 

Nor  my  (alvation  come  ? 

With  heav'nly  weapons  I  have  fought  .    j 

The  battles  of  the  Lord, 
inifh'd  my  eourfe,  and  kept  the  faith, 

And  wait  the  fure  reward.] 

God  has  laid  up  in  heav'n  for  me 

A  crown  which  cannot  fade  ; 
he  righteous  Judge  at  that  great  day 

Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 

Nor  hath  the  King  of  grace  decreed 

This  prize  for  me  alone  ;_ 
lut  ail  that  love  and  long  to  fee 

Th' appearance  of  (is  Son. 

Jefus,  the  Lord,  fhall  guard  me  fate 

From  ev'ry  ill  defign  ; 
iod  to  thiss#av'nly. kingdom  take 

This  feeble  foul  of  mine.  -        ^ 

God  is  my  eveilafting  aid, 

And  hell  f|?li  rage  in  vain  : 

0  him  be  hfg-ieft  glory  paid, 
And  endlefs"  praife.     Ante*. 

HYMN     28.     Common   Metre. 

'ke  triumph  of  Chr\&  over  the  enemies  oj  the  Church 
lfa.  hni.  i,  2,  3.  &c. 

WHAT  mighty  man.  or  mighty  God  ; 
Comes  travelling  in   ftate 
Jong  the  Idumean-  road, 
Away  from  Sozrah's,  gate! 
The  glory  or  his  robes  proclaim 
'Tis  feme  vi&oiipus  King  : 
'Tis  I  the  Juif,  the  Almighty  One, 
»'  That  your  Salvation  bring." 

1  Why-  mighty  Lord,  thy  f.-ints  inquire, 
"Why  thine  appaiel's  red  ? 

ind  all  thy  veiiure  flain'd  Ike  thofe 
Who  in  the  vane-prefs  tread  ? 


22.  HYMNS    AND  B.  I. 

4  "  I  by  myfelf  have  trod  the  prefe, 
<(  And  crwfh'd  my  foes  alone  ; 

"  My  wrath  hath  ftruckiher  bels  dead, 
•'  My  fury  ftamp'd  them  down. 

5  "  rTis  EdattCi  blood  that  dyes  my  robes 
"  With  joyful  fcarlet  {fains  ; 

•'  The  triumph  that  my  raiment  wears 
"  Sprung  from  their  bleeding  veins. 

6  "  Thus  fhall  the  nations  be  defhoj'd 
"  That  date  infu'.t  my  faints; 

li  I  haveanarm  t'averg'  tnerr  wrongs, 
•«  An  ear  for  their  corn  plaints." 

H  Y   M  N     29     Common  Metre* 

The  triumph  o/"  Chrift  .•  Or,  the  ruin  of  Antichrift, 
Ver.  4,  5,  6,  7. 

:   "   ¥    LIFT  my  banner,  faith  the  Loid, 

I    V  Where  Antkhrifl  has  flood  ; 
■-'  The  city  of  my  gofpel  loes 

"  Shall  be  a  field  of  blood. 
:•-   l<  My  heart  has  ftudied  juft  revenge, 

"  And  now  the  day  appears, 

vt  day  of  my  rederm'd  is  come, 

"  To  wipe  away  their  tears. 
9  "  Quite  weary  is  my  patience  grown, 

M  And  bids  my  fury  go  : 
"  Swift  as  tie  lightning  it  fhall  move, 

"  And  be  as  fatal  too. 

4  "  I  call  for  helpers  but  in  vain: 
,;  Then  has  my  gofpel  none  ? 

M  Well,  mine  own  aim  has  might  enough, 
"  To  c:ufh  my  foes  alone-. 

5  "  Slaughter  and  my  devouring  fwoid 
li  Shall  walk  the  ftreets  around 

7i  Babel  fhall  reel  beneath  my  firokc, 
-'  And  dagger  to  the  grouud. 


5.  I.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  22 

>  Thy  honours,  O  viclorious\K.ing  ! 
Thine  own  right  hand  fh  llraife, 
IVhile  we  thy  awful  vengeance  fing, 
■  And  our-deliv'rer  praiie. 

HYMN    30.     Long  Metre. 
^rayer  fr  deliverance  anfuered.     I  fa.  xxvi.  8— >~-23. 

IN  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love, 
We  wait  the  vifits  of  thy  grace  ; 
)ur  fouls  defire  is  to  thy  name, 
\uc\  the  remembrance  of  thy  face. 

My  tho'ts  are  Searching,  Lord  for  thee; 
Monglt  the  black  fhadcs  of  lonefome  night; 
Ay  earned  cries  falute  the  fkies, 
>eloie  the  dawn  rettore  the  light. 
!  Look  how  rebellious  men  deride 
t  he  tender  patience  of  my  God  ; 
Jut  they  fhall  fee  thy  lifted  naiad, 
\nd  feel  the  fcourges  of  thy  rod. 
\  Hark  !  the  eternal  rends  the  fky, 
K  mighty  voice  before  him  goes, 
^  voice  of  mufick  to  his  friends, 
Jut  threatening  thunder  10  his  foes. 

j  Come,  children  to  your  Fathers  arms, 
iide  in  the  chambers  of   my  grace 
fill  the  fierce  (form  be  overblown, 
knd  my  revenging  fury  ceafe. 

i  Myfword  fhall  boaft  its  thoufands  flain, 
\nd  drink  the  blood  of  haughty  kings, 
While  heav'nly  peace  around  my  flock 
tretches  its  foftand  fhady  wings. 

Hymn  31.     Referred  to  the  ift  Pfaim 

HYMN     32,     Common  Metre. 

Strength  from  heaven      Ifa.xl.  27,  2,8,  29,30, 

WHENCE  do  our  mournful  thoughts  ferife  ? 
And  where's  our  courage  fled  ? 


/ 


24  t       HYMNS  AND 

Has  reftlcfs  fin,  and  raging  hell, 
Struck  a  1  our  comforts  dead. 

2  Have  we  forgot  th»  Almighty  name, 
That  t'orm'd  the  ear:h  and  fea  ? 

And  can  an  all-crea:ing  arm 
Grow  weary,  or  d^cay  ? 

3  Treafures  of  everlafting  might 
In  our  Jehovah  dwell  ; 

He  gives  the  cooqueft  to  the  weak, 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere  mortal  pow'r  (hall  fade  and  die, 
And  youthful  vigour  ceaie  ; 

But  we  that  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  ftrength  increafe. 

5  The  faints  mall  mount  on  eagles'  wings, 
And  tafte  the  promii'd  b'.ifs, 

'Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive 
Where  perfect,  pleafure  is. 

Hymn   33:   34,  35,  3^  37>  38.  Mf&   »  PfaJ 

12!,   124,  67,  73,  9°'    aTld    <H 

HYMN     39.     Common  Metre 
Goo\f  tender  care  of  his  chunk.  Ha.  xlix.  13,  *4>  &c 

1  1\Jow  ^aI1  my  *nw"d  j°vsanfc> 

i\    And  burll  into  a  long  ; 
Almighty  love  impire*  my  heart, 
And  pleaiures  tune  my  tongue. 

2  God  on  his  tbjrfty  lion  hill 
Som-  nieicyArops  has  thrown, 

rolcmn  oaths  ha  h  bound  his  love 
And  fhower  lalvation  do.vn. 

3  Why  do  we  the*  indulge  pur  fears,. 
Sufpicions  and  complaints  ? 

U  he  a  God,  and  Iha'.l  his  g.ace 
Gtow  weary  of  his  fawns, 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  a.f 

4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 
The  iiifant  of  her  womb, 

And  'mongft  a  thoulapd  tender  thoughts 

Her  fuckling  have  no  room  ? 
y  Yet,  f  nth  the  Lord,  fiould  nature  change, 

And  mothers  mongers  prove, 
Zioa  Jhll  dwells  upon  the  heart 

Of  everlafling  love. 

5  Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my  hands 
1  have  engrav'd  her  name  ;    ■ 

My  hands  fkall  raije  her  ruin' d- walls' 
And  build  her  broken  frame. 

HYMN     40.     Long  Metre. 
The  lufinfs  and  blejfednefs  of  glorified  faints.     Rev*. 

vii.   13,   14,   15,  Sec. 
I  Jf^HAT  happy  men,  or  angels,  thefe, 

That  all  their  robes  are  fpotlefs  white? 
Whence  did  this  .glorious  troop  arrive 
At  the  pure  realms  of  heav'nly  light  P 
I  From  tot  t'ring  racks,  and  burning  fifes, 
And  feas  of  their  own  b'ood  they  eame  5 
But  nob'er  blood  has  v/afh'd  their  robes/ 
Flowing  from  Chnji  the  dying  Lamb. 
I  Now  they  approach  th'  Almighty  throne 
With  loud  Hofannas  night  and   day, 
Sweet  anthems  to  the  great  Three-one  - 
;  Meafure  their  bletl  eternity. 
No  more  fhall  hunger  pain  their  fouls  s 
He   bids   their  parching  thirlt  be  gone, 
And   fpreads  the  fhadow  of  his   wings, 
To  fkreen  them  from  the  fc-jrehing  fun. 

*  7i.h^Ln  mb*  th3t  £!is  ,he  middle  throne> 
"!        "\sd  arour'('  his  milder  beams  ; 
Ebere  fhaU  ;hey  feaft  on  his  rich  love, 
Ana  dnnk  fall  joys  from  living  ftreame, 
Thus  fhall  their  mighty  blifs  renew, 
Thro'  the  valt  round  of  endlefs  years, 
B 


26  HYMNS  AND  B.I. 

And  the  (oft  hand  of  foreign  grace 
Heals  all  their  wounds,  and  wipes  their  tears. 
HYMN    41.     Common  Metre: 
The  fame ;  Or,  the  martyrs  glorifed.  Rev.  vii.  1 3,  &c 
1   CTHESE  glorious  minds  how  bright  they  Jkmc! 

1  wkence  aU  their  white  an  ay  f 
Bow  came  they  to  the  happy  feats 

Of  everlojlmg  day  ? 
s  From  tort'nng  pains  to  endkfs  joys, 

On  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 
And  ftrangely  wafiVd  their  raiment  white 
.      In  Jeff  dying  blood. 
.NowtheyapproachafpotlefsGod, 

3       And  bow  before  his  ihrone  ; 

Their  warbling  harps  and  facred  longs, 
Adore  the  Holy  One. 
A  The  unveil'd  glories  of  his  face 
Amongft  his  faints  refide. 
While  the  rich  treafure  of  his  grace 
Sees  all  their  wants  fupply  d. 
c  Tormenting  thirft  Onll  leave  their  foul-, 
And  hunger  flee  as  tall ; 
The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall   be  their  fweet  repair. 
6  The  Lamb  (hall  lead  his  heav'nly  flock 
Where  living  fountains  rife, 
And  love  divine  fh-dl  wipe  away 
The  forrows  of  their  eyes. 

HYMN     42.     Common  Metre. 
Divine  wrath  and  mercy tfrm  Nahum  i.  1,  2,  3- 1 
,      \   DORE  and  tremble,  for  our  God 
J\      Is  a  *  confuming  fire; 
His  jealous  eyes  his  wrath  inflame 
And  raife  his  vengeance  higher. 

2  Almighty  vengeance  how  it  burns  J 

How  bright  his  fury  glows  • 
*  Heb.  xii.  ao. 


B.  I.        SP' RITUAL   SONGS.  27 

Vaft  Magazines  of  plagues  and  dorms 
Lye  treafur'd  for  liis  foes. 

3  Thofe  heaps  of  wrath  by  flow  degrees 

Are  forc'd  ioto   a   flame, 
But  kindled,  Oh  !  how  fierce  they  blaze  ! 
And  rend  all  nature's  frame* 

4  At  his  approach  the  mountains  flee, 

And  feek  a  wat'ry  grave  ; 
The  frighted  fea  makes  hsfte  away, 
And  fhrinks  up  ev'ry  wave, 

5  Thro'  the  wide  air  the  weighty  rocks 

Are  fwift  as  hail-ftones  hurl'd  : 
Who  dares  engage  his  fi'ry  rage, 
That  fhakes  the  folid  world  ?• 

6  Yet,  mighty  God  !  thy  fov'reign  grace 

Sits  regent  on  the  throne, 
The  refuge  of  thy  chofen  race 

When  wrath  comes  rufhing  down* 

7  Thy  hand   fhall  on  rebellious  kings  I 

A  fi'ry  tempeft  pour, 
While  we  beneath  thy  fhelt'ring  wings 
Thy  juft  revenge  adore. 

Hymn  +&  Referred  to  the  tooth  Pfzim.     Hymn  47, 
Referred  to  the  i33i  Pfalm. 

HYMN     45.     Common  Metre. 
The  laft  judgment.     Rev.  xx.   5,  6,  7,  8, 
1    O  EL  where  the  great  incarnate  God 
i~J     Fills  a  rnajeftic  throne, 
While  from  the  fkies  his  awfu?  voice 
Bears  the  laft  judgment   down. 
»  ["  I  am  the  firft,  and  I  the  laft, 
"  Thro'  endlefs  years  the  fame 
"  I  AM— is  my  memorial  ftfi], 
"  And  my  et'ern:!  name. 
3  "  Such  favors  as  a  God  can  give4 
"My  royjtl  grace  bellows  j 

B2 


38  HYMNS    AND  B. 

"  Ye  tbirfty  fouls,  come  talfe  the  dreams 
"  Where  lite  and  pkafure  flows] 

4  ["  The  faint  that  triumphs  o'er  his  fins, 

"  I'll  own  him  for  a  fon  ; 
"  The  whole  creation  fhall  reward 
"  The  conquefts  he  has  won. 

5  «*  But  bloody  hands  and  hearts  unclean, 

"  And   all  the  lying  race, 
"  The  faithlefs  and  the  fcoffing  crew, 
"  That  fpurn  at  ofFer'd  grace  ; 

6  "  They  fhall  be  taken  from  my  fight, 

"  Bound  faft  in  iron  chains,   * 
*•  And  headlong  plung'd  into  the  lake, 
"  Where  fire  and  darknefs  reigns."J 

j  O  may  I  fland_  before  the  Lamb 
When  earth  and   feas  are  fled  f 
And  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  ray  name, 
With   bleff>ngs  on  my  head. 

8  Pvio  v  I  with  thofe  for  ever  dwell, 

VVh.7  here  were  my  delight, 
While  finnsrs  banilh'd  down  to  hell, 

No  more  offend  my  fi=rht. 
Hymn  46,  and  47,  Referred  to  PJaim  148,  and 

HYMN     48.     Long  Metre; 
The  Chrijlian  race*    Ha.  xi.  28,  29,  30,  31. 

1  \  WAX£  our  fouls  (away  our  fears, 
/\  Let  evVy  trembling  thought  be  gone) 
Awake  and  rua  the  heav'nly  race, 

And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True  'tis  a  ftrait  ana  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  fpirits  tin.*  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mtg.Vy  God, 
That  feeds  the  ftrength  of  eVry  faint. 

*  The  mighty  God,  whofe  matchk^S  JpowVj 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 


[ 

B.  L         SPIRITUAL  SONGS,  . 

And  firm  endures,  while  endlefs  years 
Their  everlafting  cm  les  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  fpring, 
Our  fouls  fhall  drink  a  frei'h  fupply, 
While  fuch  as  truft  their  native  ffrength 
Shall  meit  away,  and  droop  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  ; 
On  wings  of  love   ou1    fouls  mall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amidit  the  heav'nly  road. 

H  Y  M  N     49.     Common  Metre; 

The  works  of  Mofos  and  the  Law}/*     Rev.  xv.  3. 

1  T  TOW  throng  shine  arm  is,  mighty    God, 
JlX    Who  would  not  teas  thy  name  ? 
Jfefus,   how  fweet  thy  graces   are  ! 

Who  would  rot  love  the  Lamb  ! 

2  He  has  done  more  than  Mofa  did, 

Our  Prophet  and  our  King  ; 
From  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  fouls3 
And  taught   our  h'ps  to  Sag* 

3  In  the  Red  Sea  by  Mcfa'  hand 

'The-I'g-yptian  ho'.t  was  drown'd  ; 
But  his  own  blood  hide?  a!)  our  hs:.-.. 
And  guilt  no  more  is  found. 

4  When  through  the  defart  Jfrael  went, 

With  manna  they  were  led  ; 
Our  Lord  invites  us  to  his  fkih, 
And  calls  it  living  bread. 

5  Mofes  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 

Yet  never  reach 'd  the  place  ; 
But  thrift  fhall  bring  his  fbllaw'jrs.  home. 
To  fee  his  Father's  face. 

6  Then  fhall  our  love  and  joy  be  full. 
And  feel  a  warmer  flame, 

And  fweeter  voices  tuae  the  fong 
Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb. 

B3 


3o  HYMNS  AND  B.  I 

HYMN    50.     Common  Metre. 

The  fang  of  Zacharias,  and  the  mejfage  tf  John  th 
Baptijl  :  Or,  light  and  f dilation  by  Jefus  Chrifl 
Luke  i.  68,  &c.     John  i.  29,  32. 

1  \TOW  be  the  God  of  Jfraelblch'd, 
XN     Who  makes  Ins  truth  appear  ; 
His  mighty  hand  fulfils  his  word, 

And  all  the  oaths  he  lware. 

2  Now  he  bedews  old  David's  root 

Wi:h  bleflings  from  the  fkies  ; 
He  makes  the  branch  of  promife  grow, 
The  promis'd  horn  arife. 

3  [  John  was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

To  go  before  his  face, 
The  herald  which  our  Saviour  God 
Sent  to  prepare  his  ways  : 

4  Ke  makes  ihe  great  falvation  known, 

He  fpeaks  of  pardou'd  fins; 
While  grace  divine,  and  heav'nly  love, 
Jn  its  own  glory  fhines. 

5  «  Behold  the  lamb  of  God,  he  cries, 

"That  takes  our  guilt  away  : 
*«  1  law  the  Spirit  o'er  his  head 
«  On  his  baptizing  day.] 

6  "  Be  ev'ry  vale  exalted  high, 

"  Sink  ev'ry  mountain  low  ; 
"  The  proud  nnuft  floop,  and  humble  fouls 
"Shall  his  falvatioa  know. 

7  "  The  Heathen  realms  with  Ifraevt  land 

*.«  Shall  join  in  fweet  accord  ; 
"  And  all  that's  born  of  man  fhail  fee 
»  The  glory  of  the  Lord. 

8  »  Behold  the  morning  {far  arifc, 

»  Ye  that  in  darknefs  fit : 
'.'  He  marks  the  path  that  leads  to  peace, 
"  And  guides  our  do*btful  feet. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

HYMN    51.     Shoit  Metre. 
Preferving  grace.     Jude  24,   25, 
l^pO  God  the  only  wife, 
^     Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  faints  below  the  fetes 
Their  humble  praifes  bring* 

2  'Tis  his  almighty  love, 

His  counfel  and  his  care, 
Prefcrves  us  fafe  from  fin  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  lnare. 

3  He  will  prefrnt  our  fouls 

Unblemifh'd  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chofen  feed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 
Shall  blefs  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 

And  make  his  wonders  known. 
^  To  our  Redeemer  God 

Wifdom  and  power  belongs, 
Immortal  crowns  of  Majefty, 

And  everlafling  fongs. 

HYMN    52.     Long  Metre. 
Bapiijm.     Matt,  xxviii.   19.    Acrs  ii.  g& 

1    'T'WAS  the  commiiTion  of  our  Lord, 
Go  teach  the  nations,  and  baptizi, 
The  nations  have  receiv'd  the  word 
Since  he  afcended  to  the  fkies. 
1  2  He  fits  upon  the  eternal  hills, 

With  grace  av.d  pardon  in  hrs  hands, 
And  fends  his  cov'nan  ,  with  the  feals. 
To  blefs  the  diftant  chi  lftian  lands. 
3  Repent,  and  h  baptizd.  he  faith, 
For  the  Ttm:.jjij:i  ofyourjins: 
And  tnusoj  -h, 

And  Chews  us  what  I  rxreaos* 

I 


fi.  PYMNS  AND  B,) 

A  Our  fouls  he  wafhes  in  his  blood, 
As  water  makes  thebodv  clean  ; 
And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 
Delccnds  like  purifying  rain. 
5  Thus  we  engage  our felves  to  thee, 

And  feal  our  cov'nant  with  ihe  Lord  ; 
O  may  the  great  Eternal  Three 

In  heav'n  our  folcmn  vows  record! 

H  Y  M  N   53.     Long  Metre. 

Th:  holy  faiptures.     Heb.  i.  1.     «  Tim.  iii.  15,  it 
Pfal;  cxlvii.    10,  20. 

1  /~>  OD,  who  in  various  methods  told 
*L_y  His  mind  and  v.  ill  to  faints  of  o  d, 
Sent  his  own  Son,  with  truth  and  grace, 

To  teach  us  in  thefc  latter  days. 

2  Our  nation   leads  the  written  word, 

That  book  of    ife,  that  fure  record 
The  bright  inheritance  of  heav'n, 
Is  by  the  fweet  conveyance  giv'n. 

3  God's  kindeft  thoughts  are  here  exprefs'd, 

Able  to  make  us  wife  and  bleft  ; 
The  dochines  are  divinely  true, 
Fit  for  reproof,  and  comfort  too. 

4  Ye  pe@ple  all  who  read  his  love 

In  long  epifllr>  from  above, 
(He  hath  not  fent  his  facred  word 
To  ev'ry  land)  ptaife  ye  the  LorvJ. 

H  Y  M  N    54.     Long  Metre. 
Ikclirg  grace  :   Or,  faints  bekved  in  Chrift.     Ep* 
i,  3,  &c. 

1  cyESUS,  we  blefs  thy  Father's  name; 

%J    Thy  God  and  ours  are  both  the  fame  ; 
What  heav'nly  bit-flings  from  his  throne 
Flow  down  to  tinners  through  bit  Son  i 

2  jChrift  be  myjirjl  cleft,  he  bid, 

Then  cho»our  fouls  in  Zh-fiji  our  Head, 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS,  $3 

Before  he  gave  the  mountains  birth, 
Or  laid  foundations  for  the  earth.    ■ 

3  Thus  did  eternal  love  begin 

To  raife  us  up  from  death  and  fin  ; 
Our  characters  were  then  decreed; 
Blamelefs  in    love,  a  holy  feed.    ' 

4  Predefcinaied  to  be  fons, 

Born  by  degrees,  but  chofe  at  once : 

A  new  regenerated  race, 

To  praife  the  glory  of  his  grace, 

5  With  Chriji,  our  Lord,  we  fhar£  a  part, 
In  the  affections  of  bis  heart  ; 

Nor  fhall  our  fouls   be  thence  remov'd, 
'Till  he  forgets  his  firft  bdov'd. 

HYMN     55.     Common  Metre. 
Hezekiah's   Song  :    Or,  ficknefs   and  recovery.     lhv 

xxxviii.      9,    &.c, 
1    XT  ;  H1LN  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  diflrefs, 
Our  God  deferves  a  fong  ; 
We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praife 
From  HezzkiaK's  rbEgne. 
£  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 
Are  open'd  wide  in  vain, 
If  he  that  holds  the  keys  of  death, 
Commands  them  fait  again. 
3  Pains  of  the  flefh  are  wont  t'abufe 
Our  minds  witfi  flavifh  fears  ; 
Qur  days  are  pafl,  and  we  ftio.ll  loje 
The  remnant  of  our  years, 
\\  4  We  chatter  w  th  a  fwallow's  voice. 
Or  Hke  a  dove  we  moijrn, 
With  bitternefs  inftead  of  ioys, 
AfflicfecSand  forlorn. 
5  Jehovah  fpeaks  the  healing  word, 
And  no  difeafe  withstands  ; 
Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And  fly  at  his  commands, 
B5 


34  HYMNS  AND  B.I. 

6  If  half  the  firings  of  life  fhould  break. 

He  can  our  frame  rcftore, 
He  rafts  our  fins  behind  his  hack, 

And  they  are  found  no  more. 

HYMN    56.     Common  Metre. 
The  fang  of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb  :  Or,  Babylon  faUotgi 

•  Rev.  xv.  3.  xvi    19,  and  xv  it.  6. 
1  \  X  TE'fing  the  glories  of  thy  love, 
VV     We  found  thy  dreadiul  nrmcj 

1  he  Chriflian  church  unites  the  fongs 

Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb. 

2  Great  God,  how  wond'rous  are  thy  works, 
Of  vengeance,  and  of  g^ce  ! 

Thou  King  of  faints,  Almighty  Lord, 
How  juft  and  true  thy  ways ! 

3  Who  dares  rem  lie  to  fear  thy  name, 
Ot  worfhip  at  thy  throne  ! 

Thy  judgment's  Ipeak  thy  holinefs 
Thro'  all  the  nations  known. 

4  Great  Babylon,  that  rules  the  earth, 
.  Drunk,  with  the  martyrs'  b:eod, 

Her  crimes  fhall  fpeedily  awake 
The  fury  <  f  our  God. 

5  The  cup  of  wrath  is  ready  mix'd, 
And  (he  muft  diir.k  the  dregs; 

Strong  is  the  Lie1,  her  (oveitign  Judge, 
And  fhall  fulfil  the  plagues. 

HYMN   57      Common  Metre. 
&ri<rh.a!fin  :  Or,  the  f: ft  and  Jecond  A  dam.     Rom 

v.  12,  Sec.     "Piai.  It.  5.  Job  xiv.  4. 
j   T>  ACKWARD  with  humble  ihame  we  look 

JLJ1    On  our  origin; 
How  is  our  nature  d*fhd  and  broke 

rnoui  fi.ft  fathers  laii! 
£  To  ~il  ihat*s  g  od.  frvorfe,  and  blind, 
But  prone  to  all  that's  id  ; 


B.I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

What  dreadful  darknefs  veilsour  mind  ! 
Ho  *r  obftinate  our  will ! 

3  Conceiv'd  in  Cm  (O  wretched  ftate) 

Befoie  we  uraw  our  breath, 
The  fiift  young  pulfc  begins  to  beat 
Iniquity  and  death. 

4  How  ftrong  in  our  degen'rate  blood 

1  he  old  corruption  reigns,  • 

And  mingling  wkh  the  crooked  aood, 
Wanders  thro*  all  our  veins  . 
^  [Wild  and  unwholefome  as  the  root 
Will  all  the  branches  be.; 
How  can  we  hopt  for  living  fruit 
From  fuch  a  deadly  tree  r 

6  What  mortal  pow'r  from  things  unclean 

Can  pure  productions  bring  t 
Who  can  command  a  vital  itream 
From  an  infefted  fpnng  ? 

7  Yet  mighty  God,  thy  wond'rous  love 

Can  make  our  nature  cie  n, 
While  Ckrifi  and  grace  prevail  above 
The  tempter,  dea  h  and  an. 

8  The  fecond  Adam  fhall  reftore 

The  i  uins  of  the  firft  ; 
Hofanna  to  that  fov'reign  pow'r, 
That  new  creates  our  duft ! 

H  Y  M  N   58.     Long  Metre. 

The  Devil  vanned:    Or,  Michael' i  war   W&J&t 
dragon.     Rev.  xii.  7. 

1  T    ETmortal  tongues  attempt  to  fing 

JU    The  wars  of  beav'n,  when  Midiael  flood 
Chief  general  of  th*  eternal  Kiftg, 
And  fought  the  battles  of  our  God. 

2  Againfl  the  dragon  and  his  hoft 

■  The  armies  of  the  Lord  prevail ; 


3*>  HYMNS  A?>TD  '      B 

Tn  vain  they  rage,  in  vain  they  boaft, 
1  heir  courage  finks,  their  weapons  fail. 

3  Down  to  the  earth  was  Sate*  throw*, 
Down  to  the  earth  his  legions  fell: 

ihen  was  t.^e  trumph  of  triumph  blown, 
Anc  (hook  the  dreadful  deeps  of  hell 

4  Now  is  the  hour  of  darknefs  pair, 
tknft  has  afWd  his  reigning  pow  'r  : 
Behold  the  great  accufer  caft 

Down  from  the  fkies,  to  rife  *o  mere. 

5  Twas  by  thy  blood,  immortal  Lamb, 
Ihine armies  trod  the  tempter  down  ; 
1  was  by  thy  word  and  powerful  name 

They  gam  d  the  battle  and  renown. 

6  Rejoice,  yeheav'ns;  let  ev'iy  ftar 
Shine  with  new  glories  round  the  iky  : 
Saints,  while  ye  fingthe  heavily  war 
Kaiie  ycui  Deliv'iers  name  on  high. 

H  Y  M  N    5g.     Long  Metre.- 
Babylon  fallen      Rev.  xviii.  20,  ai. 
i    T  N  Gabriel's  hand  a  mi  »hty  ft  one 

J.  Lfes  a  lair  type  of  Babylon  : 

Profhtts  rejoice,  'and  all  ye  faints, 

Godfhall  avenge  your  long  complaints. 
2  He  raid,  and  dreadful  as  he  flood. 

He  funk  the  millftoqe  in  th?  flood  • 

Thus  terribly  fltU'l  Babel  fall. 

Thus,  and  no  mie  be  found  at  all. 

H  Y  M  N  6o.     Long  Metre. 
Thevngin^Urysfin,:    Or.,    the  promifd    Mcffiah 
born.     Luke  i.  46,  &c. 

("")UR  f°ulsmail  nn-nify  the  Lord, 
y^  *n  God  the  Saviour  we  rejoice  : 

While  we  repeat  the  Virgin's  fong, 

May  the  fame  fpirit  tune  our  voice. 


B.  T.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

^  [The  Higheft  faw  her  low  eftate, 

And  mighty  things  his  hand  hath  done  ; 
His  overfhadowTng  pow'r  and  grace 
Makes  her  the  mother  of  his  Son. 

3  Let  ev'ry nation  call  her  blefs*d, 
And  endlefs  years  prolong  her  fame ; 
Bat  God  alone  muft  be  ador'd  ; 
Holy  and  rev 'rend  is  his  name.] 

4  To  thofe  tW  fear  and  trufl  the  Lord, 
His  mercy  ftands  for  ever  fure  : 
From  age  to  age  his  promife  lives, 
And  the  performance  is  iecure. 

5  He  fpake  to  Abram  and  his  feed, 
In  thee  fiiall  all  the  earth  be  blefs'd  : 
The  mem'ry  of  that  ancient  word 
Lay  long  in  his  eternal  breaft; 

6  But  now  no  more  fhall  Ifrael  wait, 
No  more  the  Gentiles  lie  forlorn  ; 
Lo,  the  defire  cf  nations  comes  ; 
Behold  the  promis'd  feed  is  born  \ 

HYMN    6i,     Long  Metre. 

Ghrift  our  high  prieji  and  king;  and  Chrift  earning 

to  judgment.     Rev.  i.  5,  6,  7. 

1  VTOW  to  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know 
IN   The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 

Be  humble  honours  paid  below, 
And  ftrainsof  nobler  praife  above. 

2  'Twas  he  that  cleans'd  our  fouleft  fins, 
And  wafh*d  us  in  his  richeft  blood  ; 
'Tis  he  that  makes  us  priefts  and  king?, 
And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God, 

3  To  Jefus  our  atoning  Prieft, 
To  Jefus  our  fuperior  King 
Be  everlafting  pow'r  confeft. 
And  ev'ry  tongue  his  glory  fing. 

4  Behold  on  flying  clouds  he  comes, 
And  ev'ry  eye  ihall  fee  him  move; 


38  HYMNS  AND  B.  1 

Though  with  our  fins  we  pierc'd  him  once ; 
Then  hedifplays  his  pard'ning  love, 

5  The  unbelieving  world  fhall  wail, 
While  we  rejoice  to  fee  the  day  : 
Come,  Lord,  nor  let  thy  promife  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  chariots  long  delay. 

HYMN    62.     Common  Metre. 

Chrift  Jefus  the  Lamb  of  God  wot  flapped  by  all  th 

creation.     Rev.  v.  11,  12,  13. 

1  f~*  OME  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs, 
V_->  With  angeis  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thoufand  thoufand  are  their  tongues, 

But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd,  they  cry, 

To  be  exalted  thus: 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  lips  reply, 
For  he  was  fiain  for  us. 

3  JefuS  's  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  pow'v  divine  ; 
And  blellings  more  than  we  can  give, 
J3e,  Lord,   for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  fky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  feas^ 
Conlpiieto  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  fpeak  thine  endlefs  praife. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  b  efs  the  facred  name 
Of   him  that  fits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

HYMN   63.     Long  Metre. 
Ch'ifl's  humiliation   and  exaltation.     Rev.  v.  12. 
1   \  T  7H  AT  equal  honours  (hall  we  bring 
V  V     To  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  fing, 
Are  far  interior  to  tby  name? 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS,  39*- 

2  Worthy  is  He  that  once  was  flairi, 

The  prince  of  Life  that  groan'd  and  dy  d 

Worthy  to  rife,  and  live  arid  reign 

At  his  almighty  Father's  fide. 
<<  Pow'rand  dominion  are  his  due, 

Who  ftood  condemn'd  at  Pilate's  bar, 

Wi  dom  belongs  to  Jefus  too,       _ 

Tho'  he  was  charg'd  with  madneis  there. 
4  All  riches  are  his  native  right, 

Yet  he  fuftain'd  amazing  lofs; 

To  him  afcribe  eternal  might, 

Who  left  his  weaknefson  the  crols- 
^  Honour  immortal  mufc  be  paid, 

Inilead  of  fcandal  and  of  fcorn  ; 

While  glory  fhines  around  his  head, 

And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

6  Rieffmgs  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curfe  for  wretched  men  : 
Let  angels  found  his  fasred  name, 
And  ev'ry  creature  fay,  Amen. 

HYMN     64.     Short  Metre. 
Adoption,     1  John  iii.  i,  &c.     Gal.  vi.  6: 
i    1~>  EHOLD  what  wond'rous  grace, 
±y   The  Father  has  beftow'd 
On  fmners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  fens  of  Gcd  ! 

2  'Tis  no  furprifing  thing, 

That  we  fhould  be  unknown  ; 
The  Jewifh  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlafting  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  muft  be  made  ; 
But  when  we  fee  our  Saviour  here, 
We  fnail  be  iikeour  head. 

4  A  hope  fo  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure, 


<o  HYMNS  AND  B.  I, 

May  purge  our  fouls  from  fenfe  and  fin, 
AsG?//2the  Lord  is  pare. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  fhare  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove 
To  reft  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  flaves  beneath  the  thronej 
My  faith  fhall  Abba  Father  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

HYMN     65.     Long  Metre. 

The  kingdoms -of  the  wrld  become  the  kingdoms  of  the 
lord  ;  Or,  the  day  of  Judgment, — Rev.  xi.  15. 

J    "    ET  the  fev'nth  angel  found  on  high, 
JL-rf  Let  fhouts  be  heard  thro'  all  the  fky  ! 
Kings. of  the  earth  with  glad  accord, 
Give  up  ycur  kingdoms  to  the  Lord; 

2  Almighty  God,  thy  pow'r  affume, 
Who  waft,  and  art,  and  art,  to  corru  ; 
J  ejus  the  Lamb,   who  once  was  fiain, 
For  ever  live,  for  ever  reign  ! 

3  The  angry  nations  fret  and  roar, 
That  they  can  flay  the  faints  no  more  ; 
On  wings  ol  vengeance  flies  our  God 
To  pay  the  long  arrears  of  blood. 

•  4  Now  mud -the  rising  dead  appear; 
Now  the  decifive  fentence  hear  ; 
Now  the  dear  martyrs  of  the  Lo*d 
Receive  an  infinite  reward. 

HYMN     66.     Long  Metre. 

Chiift  the  King  at  his  table.     Solomon's  Songg 

U  2,3,  4,  5,  12,  13,  i7, 

LET  him  embrace  my  foul  and  prove 
Mine  int'reftin  his  heav'nly  love; 
The  voice  that  tellsmc,  thou  art  mine., 
Exceeds  the  bleilings  of  the  viae. 


B.  t.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  * 

2  On  thee  the  anointing  fpirlt  came, 
And  fprcads  the  favour  of  thy  name  ; 
That  oil  of  g'adnefs  and  of  grace 
Draws  virgin  fouls  to  meet  thy  lace. 

3  Jefuu  allure  me  by  thy  charms, 
My  feul  fhall  flv  into  thine  arms  1 
Our  wand'ring  feet  thy  favours  bring 
To  the  fair  chambers  of  the  Kin*. 

^Wonder  and  pleafure  tunes  our  voice, 
To  fpeak  thy  praifes  and  our  joys; 
Our  mem'iy  keeps  this  love  of  thine 
Beyond  the  taite  of  richeft  wine. J 

5  Though  in  out  Pelves  deform'd  we  are, 
-And  black  ds  Kedar's  tents  appear, 
Yet  when  we  put  thy  beauties  on, 
Fair  as  the  courts  of  Solomon. 

6  [While  at  his  table  fits  the  king. 

He  loves  to  fee  us  fmtle  and  fing; 
Out  graces  are  our  beft  perfume, 

And  b-eaihe  like  fpikeuarci  round  the  room. 

7  As  myrrh  new  bleeding  from  the  ;ree. 

Such  is  a  dying  Chrill  to  me  : 
And  while  he  makes  my  foul  his  guefr, 
My  bofom,  Lord,  (hall  be  thy  reft, 

8  [No  beams  of  cedar  or  of  hr, 

Can  with  thy  courts  on   earth  compare  : 
And  here  we  wait  until    thy  love 
P.aife  us  to  nobler  feats  above  ] 

H  Y   M   N    67.     Long  Metre. 

Stsking  the  pajhres  of  C hr  ift  thefie/herd.     Salomon's 

Song,   i.  7. 

1  rnpHOU  whom  my  foul  admires  above 

J[       .-si)  earthly  joy  and  earthly  love, 
Tell  me,  dear  fhepherd,  let  rne  know 
Where  doth  thy  fweetcft  pahures  grow  ? 

2  Whtte  is  the  fhadow  of  that  rock, 
That  fiom  the  fan  defends  thy  flock  ? 


42  HYMNS    AND  B.  ;| 

Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  fheep, 
Among  them  reft,  among  them  fleep. 

3  Why  fhould  thy  bride  appear  like  one 

That  turns  afide  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  conftant  feet  would  never  rove, 
V/ould  never  feek  another  love. 

4  [The  footfleps  of  thy  flock  I  fee  ; 

Thy  fweeteft  paftures  here  they  be ; 
A  wond'rous  feaft  thy  love  prepares, 

Bought  with  thy  wounds  and  groans  and  tears 

5  His  de?.reft  flefh  he    makes  my  food, 

And  bids  me  drink  his  richeft  blood  ; 
Here  to  thefe  hills  my  foul  will  come, 
'Till  my  beloved  lead  me  home.] 
HYMN     68.    Long  Metre. 
The  banquet  of  love.  .  Solomon's  Song,  ii.    i,  »,  3 
4>  5»  6,  7. 

1  T>  EHOLD  the  rofe  of  Sharon  here, 
JD     The  Lilly  which  the  vallies  bear  ; 
Behold  the  Tree  of  Life  that  gives 

Refrefhing  fruit  and  healing  leaves. 

2  Amoiigft  the  thorns  fo  lilies  fhine: 

Aniongft  wild  gourds  the  noble  vine; 
So  in  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  proves, 
A  mid  ft  a  thoufand  meaner  loves. 

3  Beneath  his  coo'.ing  fhade  I  fat, 

To  fhield  me  from  the  burning  heat ; 
Of  heav'nly  fruit  he  fpreads  a  feaft, 
To  feed  my  eyes,  and  pleafe  my  tafte. 

4  [Kindly  he  brought  me  to  the  place 

Whcr;  (lands  the  banquet  of  his  grace; 
He  faw  r;ie  taiiit,  and  o'er  my  head 
The  banner  of  his  love  he  fpread. 

5  With  living  bread  and  gen'rous  wine, 

He  cheers  this  finking  heart  of  mine  ; 
And  op'iiing  his  own  heart  to  me, 

lie  (hows  his  thoughts  how  kind  they  be.] 


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5.1.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  43 

5  O  never  let  mv  Lord  depart, 

Lie  down  and  reft  upoa  my  heart ; 
1  charge  my  fins  not  once  to  move, 

Nor  ftir  nor  wake,  nor  grieve  my  love. 
HYMN     69.     Long  Metre. 
Chrift  appearing  to  his  Church,  and  Jieking  her  company. 

Solomon's  Song,  ii.     8,9,  i6,M»*  l«»  *3* 
t   ^pHE  voice  of  my  beloved  fo.nds 

•^      Over  the  rocks  and  rifing  grounds  ; 
O'er  hills  of  gui  t  and  feas  of  grief, 
He  leaps,  he  flies  to  my  relief, 
a  Now  through  the  veil  of  flefh  I  fee 
With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  at  me  : 
Now  in  the  gofpel's  cleareft  glafs 
He  fliows  the  beauties  of  his  face. 

3  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 
Both  with  his  beauties  and  his  tonguej 
Rife,  faith  my  Lord,  make  hafte  away, 
No  mortal  joys  are  worth  thy  ftay. 

4  The  Jewifh.  wint'ry  flate  is  gone, 
Themifts  are  fled,  the  fpiing  comes  on, 
The  facred  turtle  dove  we  hear 
Proclaim  the  new  the  joyful  year; 

5  Th'  immortal  vine  of  heav'nly  root 
Bloflbms  and  buds,  and  give  her  fruit ; 
Lo,  we  are  some  to  tafte  the  wine  ; 
Our  fouls  rejoice  and  blefs  the  Vine, 

6  And  vvhen  we  hear  our  J  ejus  fay, 
Rife  up  my  Love,  make  hafte  away  ! 
Our  hearts  would  fain  oulfly  the  wind, 
And  leave  all  earthly  loves  behind. 

HYMN     70,     Long  Metre, 
Chrift  inviting,  and  the  church  anjwering  the  invitation- 

Solomon's  Song,  ii.  14,  16,  17. 
x   ttARK  !  the  Redeemer  from  on  high 
JTj,  Sweetly  invites  his  fav 'rites -nigh  ; 


w 

44  HYMNS  ANT)  B.   I 

From  caves  of  darknefs  and  of  doubt, 
He  gently  fpeaks  and  calls  us  •  u:. 

2  My  dove  who  hid  ell  in  the  rock, 

'I  nine  heart  alraolt  with  furrow  broke, 
Lift  up  thy  face,  forget  thy  fear, 
And  lot  thy  voice  delight  mine  ear. 

3  Thy  voice  to  me  founds  ever  fweet; 
My  graces  in  thy  coiuu'nance  m  .  t; 
Though  the  vain  world  thy  face  defpife, 
'Tis  bright  and  comely  in  mine  eyes. 

4  Dear  Lord,  our  thankful  heart  receives 
The  hope  thy  invitation  gives  ; 

To  thee  our  joyful  lips  fha  1  raife 
The  voice  of  prayer  and  that  of  praife. 

5  I  am  my  Love's,  and  he  is  mine  ; 

Our  hearts,  our  hopes,  our  paffions  join  ,* 
Nor  let  a  motion,  nor  a  word, 
Nor  thought  arife  to  grieve  my  Lord. 

6  My  foid  to  pafturcs  fair  he  leads, 
Amongft  the  lilies   where  he  feeds;     ' 
Amonri.il  the  faints  (whofe  robes  are  white 
WafliM  in  his  blood)  is  his  delight. 

7  'Till  the  day  break  and  fhadows  flee, 
'Till  the  fweet  dawning  ight  I  fee, 
Thine  eyes  to  me- ward  ofien    turn, 
Nor  let  my  loul  in  darknefs  mourn. 

8  Be  like  a  hart  on  mountains  green, 
Leap  o'er  the  hills  of  fear  and  fin  ; 
Nor  guilt  nor  unbelief  divide 

My  Love,  my  Savkur  from  my  fide. 
HYMN     71.     Long  Metre. 
Chrifl.  fund  in  the  Jit?et,  amd  brought  to  the  chunk. 

Solomon's  Song,  hi.   x  2.  3,  4,5, 
j    /"""XFTEN  I   feck  my  Lord  by  night, 
V^/  Jcfus>  my  love,  my  foul's  delight ; 
With  warm  defire  and  rcfllefs  thought 
1  fe.k  him  oft,  but  find  him  n«t. 


I  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  45 

Thcnlanfe.  and  fearch  the  ftreet, 

l.iktheW»tchm«ofthcnight, 

Where  did  you  fee  my  foul  s  delight  t 

Sometimes  1  find  him  in  my  way; 

DireRed  by  a  heav'nly  ray  ;  I 

1  leap  for  joy  to  fee  hw  face, 

And  holdhim  fail  in  mme  embraee. 

ri  bring  bim  to  my  mother's  home, 

Nor  does  my  Lord  refufe  to  come 

To  Sim's  facved  chambers  where 
My  foul  firlt  drew  the  vital  air. 
He  gives  me  there  his  bleedmg  heart, 
Pierc'd  for  my -fake  with  deadly  fmart  ; 
I  give  my  foul  to  him,  and  there 
Our  loves  their  mutual  tokens  fhare.  J. 
I  charge  you  all,  ye  earthly  toys, 
Approach  not  to  difturb  my  joys ; 
Nor  Tm,  nor  hell,  come  near  my  heart, 
Nor  caufe  my  Saviour  to  depart. 

HYMN    72.     Long  Metre. 

T*  coronation  of  Chrift,  and  ejfoufib  of  th  ifom&* 

Solomon's  Song,  m    2. 

DAUGHTERS  of  Sim  come,  behold 
The  crown  of  honour  and  of  gold, 
Which  the  glad  church,  with  joys  unknown, 
Plac'don  the  head  of  Solomon. 
I   Jefus,  thou  everlafting  King, 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring  } 
Accept  the  well-deferv'd  renown, 
And  wear  our  praifes  as  thy  crown* 
j  Let  ev'ry  aft  of  worfhip  be, 
Like  our  efpoufals,  Lord,  t©-thee  ; 
Like  the  dear  hour  when  from  above 
We  firft  receiv'd  thy  pledge  of  love. 
4  The  gladnefs  of  that  happy  day ! 
Our  hearts  would  wifh  it  long  to  ftay  j 


46  HYMNS  AND  B. 

Nor  let  our  faith  forrake  its  hold, 

Nor  comfort  fink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 
5  Each  foll'wing  minute  as  it  flies, 

Increafe  thy  pratfe,  imp:  ove  our,joys, 

'Til!  w<  aie  rais'd  to  fing  thy  name 

Attn    great  flipper  ot  tneLamb. 
<5  O  thai  the  months  would  roll  away, 

And  brmg  that  coronation-day! 

The  King  of  grnce  (hall  fill  the  throne, 

With  all  his  Father's  glories  on. 

HYMN    73.      Long  Metre. 

The  church's  beauty  in  the  eyes  of  Chrift.     Solomon' 

Song,  iv.  1,  10,  11,7,  9,  8. 

1    \T  ^^  :,s  lne  fpeecn  °f  €&$  OL>r  Lord, 
ISk.  Affection  founds  in  ev'ry  word  .* 
Lo,  thou  art  fair,  my  love,  he  cries, 
Not  the  young  doves  have  fweeter  eyes. 

8  [Sweet  are  thy  lips,  thy  pleafing  voice 
Salutes  mine  ear  with  ferret  joys  : 
Nofpice  f©  much  delights  thefmcll, 
Nor  milk  nor  honey  taftes  fo  well.} 

3  Thou  art  all  fair,  my  bride,  to  me; 
I  will  behold  no  fpot  in  thee, 
"What  mighty  wonders  love  performs; 
And  puts  a  comeiinefs  on  worms  ! 

4  Defil'd  and  loathfome  as  we  are, 
He  makes  us  white,  and  calls  ds  fair, 
Adorns  us  with  that  heav'nly  drefs, 
His  graces  and  his  righteoufnefs. 

c  My  fifter  and  my  fpoufe,  he  cries, 
Bound  to* my  heart  by  various  ties, 
Thy  pow'rtul  love  my  heart  detains 
In  ftrong  delight  and  pleafing  chains: 

6  He  calls  me  from  the  leopard's  den, 
From  this  wild  world  of  beafts  and  aent 


.1. 

To  Zion  where  his  glories  are  ; 
Not  Lebanon  is  halt  fo  fair. 
Nor  dens  of  prey,  nor  tbw'ry  plains, 
Nor  earthly  joys,  nor  earthly  pains, 
Shall  hold  my  feet,  or  force  my  Ray, 
When  Chrift  invites  my  foul  away. 

HYMN    74.     Long  Metre. 

The  church  the  garden  of  Chrift.     Solomon's  Song, 

ivi2,  13.  i5'and  v-  *• 

WE  are  a  garden  wall'd  around, 
Chofen  and  made  peculiar  ground, 

A  little fpot;  inclo'd  by  grace 

Out  of  the  world's  wide  wildeme.s. 

Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  fpice  we  (land, 

Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand, 

And  all  his  fprings  in  Swn  flow, 

To  make  the  young  plantation  grow, 
j  Awake,  O  heav'nly  wind,  and  come, 

Blow  cm  this  garden  of  perfume; 

cpirit  divine,  defcend  and  breathe  . 

~A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 
1  Make  our  beft  f pices  flow  abroad, 

To  entertain  our  Saviour  God  : 

And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  appear, 

And  ev'ry  grace  be  aftive  here. 

5  [Let  my  beloved  come  and  tafte 
His  pleafant  fiuits  at  his  own  feaft ; 
1  come  my  fporife,  1  eome.  he  cries, 
With  love  and  pleasure  in  his  eyes. 

6  Our  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 
Wellpleas'd  to  fmellour  poor  perfumes, 
And  calls  us  to  a  feaft  divine, 

Sweeter  than  honey,  milk  or  wine. 
j  Eat  of  the  tree  o    life,  my  friends, 
The  bleflings  that  my  Father  (ends  ; 
Your  taRe  fhall  all  my  dainties  prove, 
And  drink  abundance  of  my  W. 


48  HYMNS  AND  B,  I 

8  Jfejus,  we  will  frequent  ihy  board, 

And  ftng  the  bounties  of  our  Lord  : 

But  the  rich  food  on  which  we  live 

Demands  more  praife  than  tongue  can  give,} 
HYMN    75.     Long  Metre. 
The  description  of  Chrift  tiie  beloved.  Solomon's  Sonf 

v.  9.  10,  11,  12,  I4>  J5>  *G. 
1   'T'HE  wond'ring  world  inquues  to  know 
1    Why  mould  I  love  my  Jefus  fo ; 

What  are  his  charms,  fay  they  above 

The  objecis  of  a  mortal  love  ? 
a  Yes,  my  beloved  to  my  fight 

Shows  a  fweet  mixture  red  and  while: 

All  human  beauties,  all  divine, 

In  my  beloved  meet  and  fhine. 
3.  White  is  his  foul,  from  blemifh  free? 

Red  with  the  blood  he  fhed  for  me  ; 

The  faireft  of  ten  thoufand  fairs ; 

A  fun  amongft  ten  thousand  ftars. 

4  [His  head  the  fineft  gold  excels  \ 
There  wifdom  in  perfection  dwells, 
And  glory  like  a  crown  adorns 
Thofe  temples  once  befet  with  thorns* 

5  CompalTions  in  his  heart  are  found, 
Clofe  by  the  fignalsof  his  wound  : 
His  facred  fide  no  more  fhal!  bear 
The  cruel  fcourge,the  piercing  fpear.] 

6  [His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold 
Than  diamonds  fet  in  rings  of  gold  ; 
Thofe  heav'nly  bands,  that  on  the  tree 
Were  nail'd,  anil  torn,  and  bled  for  me. 

7  Tho'once  he  bowM  his  feeble  knees 
Loaded   with  fins  and  agonies, 
Now  on  the  thione    f  his  command 
His  legs  like  marble  pillars  Hand.} 

3  [His  eyes  are  maiefly  ai.d  love. 
The  eagle  temper  d  with  the  dove; 


,  3,       SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  4? 

No  more  mall  trickling  forrows  roll 
Thro'  thofe  dear  windows  or  his  foul.] 
His  mouth  that  pour'd  out  Jong  complaints, 
Now  f miles,  and  cheers  his  tainting  faints, 
His  countenance  more  graceful  is 
"  Than  Lebanon  with'all  us  t?ees. 
>  All  over  glorious  is  my  Lord? 
Mull  be  belov'd,  and  yctador'd  ; 
His  worth  if  all  the  iiations  knew, 
Sure  the  whole  earth  would 'lo\e  him  too, 

H  Y  M  N     76.     Lung  Metre, 
brift  dwells  in  heaven  but  vffils  en  cartk.-~ Solomon's 

SoBgj  VI.    1,  2;   3,  12. 
\  T  THEN  ftrawgeis  (land  and  hear  me  toll 
V V    "What  beauties  in  my  Saviour  dwell: 
Where  he  is  g  -       -in  would  know, 

That  they  might  feek  a;.d  love  him  too. 
Wy  bell  beloved  keeps  his  thror.e, 

0  1  hills  of  light,  in  words  unknown; 
Jiut  he  defcends  and  (hows  :;is  face 

In  the  jroung  gaidews  of  his  grace. 
["In  vi  planted  bv  his  hand* 

v.  here  fruitful  trees  hi  order  flaud  ; 
He  fefds  amof):r  the  ipicy  [V-flL 
Where  lij  e^fho'.v  tneir  'potrwfieads. 
He  has  engroiVd  mv  warmr™if'>, 
No  earthly  chayrms  my  ioui  car.  move: 

1  nave  a  mantian  in  his  heart, 

N01  death  nor  e  us  part^J 

[He  takes  my  fou.  e/tef  i'm  rwire, 
And  thews  me  wne  nesare; 

No  eh.  tdih 

•be. 
O  may  my  fpi  rife 

Co  wings  oitaiih  above  the  ikies, 
C 


HYMNS    AND  B. 

'Till  death  fhall  make  my  laft  remove, 
To  dwell  for  ever  with  my  love."] 

H  ^M  N  77.     Long  Metre, 

The  love  of  Chrift  to  the  churd^in  his  language  t>  h 
andprovifionsfcr  her.     SolcWon's  Song,  vii..  5, 

9,    ,2,    13. 

1    VTOV/  in  the  gall'iies  of  his  grace 
X\    /  ppears  '\.<  Kine,'and  thus  he  fays, 
*'  How  fair  my  faints  are  in  my  fight, 
"  My  love  h  ant  for  delight?" 

.  inc!  is  t   \  ,  iov'reign  Lord, 

T.;erv5  heav'uty  gie-e  in  ev'ry  word; 
From  r.ha:  1  itream  divine 

choiceit  wine. 
cb  wond'rous  love  av.ak^s  the  lip 
ill  aflecp, 
To  ipeak  trie  praiics  or  Thy  name, 
i,  Ana  m:'ke  ou  ebons  tlame. 

4  The  c  .  lets  us  kaow 
In  fields  and  villages  below  ; 
Gives  us  !  love,  ■ 

But  -s  -  ft  above. 

5  In  Pui   .'-;'.-   -.i^:  n  trie  gates 

<?flfc  it  waits  ; 

Trc.  '*IKd  laid  up  in  ftore, 

'Wctd,  but  uurft  no  more. 

H  Y  M  N  78.     Long  Metre. 

Xhs  0rjn£ . .  .vol  the  foul's  jealouf  |j 

viii    5,   6,   7,  13, 

tff'\  X  "I'O   is  this  tail-  ■  ? 

'  [_  \  ^efs  ? 

fins, 
Q,,  ie  leans. 

&    .  ur  God, 

ues  ofhisblo1- 


1 

I 


I.  SPIRITUAL   SONGS.         51 

And  her  requeft,  and  her  Complaint, 

Is  hat  the  voice  of  ev'iy  faint.] 
".O  let  my  name  engraven  ftand, 
i: Both  on  thy  heart  anad  on  thy  hand  ; 
Seal  me  upon  thine  aYm,  and  wear  $•. 

That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there- 
Stronger  than  death  thy  love  is  known, 
Which  floods  of  wrath  ccu'.d  never  drown  ; 
And  hell  and  earth  in  vain  combine 
To  quench  a  fire  fo  much  divine. 
But  1  am  jealous  of  my  heart, 
Left  it  fhould  once  from  thee  depart ; 
Then  let  thy  name  be  well  imprefs'd 
As  a  fair  fignet  on  my  bread. 
'Til  thou  haft  bronght  me  to  thy  home, 
Where  fears  and  doubts  can  never  come, 
Thy  count'nauce  let  me  often  iee, 
And  often  thou  lb  alt  hear  from  me. 
tome,  my  beloved,  hafte  away, 
Ci"t  flnrt  the  hours  of  thy  delay  : 
Fly  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe 
Over  the-hills  where  fpices  grow." 

HYMN    79.     Long  Metre. 

1  morning  hymn.     Pfalm  xix.5.  8,-  and'Ixxiii. 

GOD  of  the  morning,  at  whofe  voice 
The  cheeriul  fun  makes  haltc  to  rife,  ' 

And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 
To  run  his  journey  through  thefkies. 
From  the  lair  chambers  of  the  teft, 
The  circuit  of  his  race  begins, 
And  without  wearinefs  or  reft, 
Round  the  whole  earth  he  flics  and  fhinesJ 
Oh,  like  the  fun  may  I  fulfil 
Th'  appointed  duties  of  the  day, 
C  2 


52  HYMNS  AND  B.  1 

With  ready  mind  and  a<Ch-e  will 

March  on  and  keep  my  rv  av'nly  way. 
4_[But  fhall  I  iovc  and  lofe  the  race, 

If  God  my  fun,  fhould  difappear, 

And  lea\e  m.  in  this  world;**  wild  maze, 

To  follow  ev'iv  wand'iing  liar.  J 
«;   Lord  thy  commands  ave  clean  and  pure, 

En  ighi'ningour  beclouded  eyes; 

Thyihreai'nincs  juft,  thypromiie  fure, 

Thy  golpel  m-ikts  he  fimpie  wife. 
6  Give  me  thy  c<  unfel  for  my  guide, 

And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliis; 

All  mydefires  a'nd  hopes  befide, 

Are  faint  and  cold  cumpar'd  with  this. 
HYMN    80.     Long  Metre. 

An  evening  hymn.     Pfalm  iv.  8.  and  Hi.  5,  6.| 
and  cxlii.8 

1  HpHUS  far  the  L*ord  has  led  me  on. 

Tteus  far  his^wWr  prolongs  my  days, 
And  ev'ry  ev*mng  fhall  make  known 
Some  frefh  memorials  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  mv  time  has  run  towafle, 
And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  paft, 
He  gives  me  ftrength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  Hep, 
Pea^e  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep, 
Their  watch  ul  Rations  round  my  bed, 

*  In  vain  the  fons  of  earth  or  hell 
1  ell  me  a  thoufand  frightful  things  ; 
My  God  m  fafety  makes  me  dwell 
Beneath  the  fhadow  of  his  wing*. 

5  [  Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear : 
O  may  thy  prefence  ne'er  depart, 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindoelsof  thy  heart, 


B 

1 1.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  S3       A 

Thus  when  the  night  of  death  (nail  come, 
My  flefli  lhall  reft  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rcufc  my  tomb, 
Wuh  fwe'et  falvatfon  in  the  found.] 

HYMN     81.     Long  Metre. 
fong   for    morning  and  evening.      Lam.  111.    5.3. 
Ifa.  xlv.  7. 

MY  God,  how  endleis  is  thy  love  ! 
Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  ev'ningnew  ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above, 
Gently  diftil  like  early  dew. 
Thou  fpread'ft  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  fleeping  hours  ; 
Tny  fov'reign  word  leftoresthe  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowiy  pow'rs-. 
I  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy  command, 
To  thee  I  cot  fecrate  my  days  ; 
Perpetual  bleflings  from  thine  hand 
Demand  perpetual  fongs  of  jpraife. 

HYMN    8-2.     Long  Metre. 
od  far  above  injures  :    Or,  man  vain  and.  woitaL 
Job  iv-    17,— - — 21, 

SHALL  the  vile'  race  of  flefti  and  blood 
Contend  with  their  Creator,  God  ? 
Shall  mortal  worms  prefame  to  be 
More  holy,  wife,  or  j'tft,  than  he  ? 
Behold  he  puts  his  truft  in  none 
Of  all  the  fpirits  round  his  throne  ; 
Their-natures,  when  cornpar'd  with  his, 
Are  neither  holy,  jufl:  nor  wife. 
But  how  ranch  meaner  things  are  they 
Who  fpripgfrom  duft,  aud  dwell  in  clay! 
Touch' d  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 
We  faint  st.d  vanifh  like  the  moth. 
.  From  night  to  da^,  from  day  to  night, 
We  die  by  thauiands  in  thy  fight ; 
C3 


/  HYMNS  AND  B.  [l 

"  But  yM  in  duft  whole  nations  lie, 

Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 
5   Almighty  pow*r,  to  thee  we  bow  ; 

How  frail  a^re  we  !  how  glorious  thojj! 

No  more  (Re  fons  of  earth  (hall  dare 

With  an  eternal  God  compare. 

K  Y  M  N    83.     Common  Metre. 

Affiflions  and  death  under  providence.     Job  v.  6,  7, 

1  X  "JOT  from  the  duft  affliftion  grows, 
lN      Nor  troubles  rife  bv  chance  ; 
Yet  we  arc  born  to  cares  and  woes  ; 

A  fcd  inheritance  ! 

2  As  f parks  break  out  from  burning  coals,  . 

And  ftill  ere  upwards  borne  ; 
So  glief  is  rooted  in  our  fouls 
And  man  grows  up  to  mourn. 

3  Yet  with  my  God  I  leave  my  caufe, 

And  truii  his  promis'd  grace  ; 
Ke  rules  mc  by  his  well-known  laws 
Oi  love  and  righteoufnefs, 

4  Not  all  the  pains  that  e'er  I  bore 

Snail  fpo'il  my  future  peace, 
Tor  death  and  nell  can  do  no  more 
Than  what  my  Father  pleafe. 

H  Y  M  N    84.     Long  Metre. 

toufnejte  and Jlrength  in  Chrift.     I 

1  T  K HOV  A  H  fpeaks ,  let  Ifrael  hear 
^|    Let  all  the  earth  rejoice  snrl  fear, 
While  God's  eternal  Sc  n  proclaims 
His  fov'reign  honours  and  his  names. 

2  "  I  am  the  laft,  and  I  the  firft, 

The  Saviour  God,  and  God  the  juft  ; 
Therms  none  besides  pre.en-.isto  fliew 
Such  juftice  and  faivauon  too. 


SPI  r,  SONGS. 

[Ye  that  in  (hades  ell$ 

-     . 
Look  up  to  me  From  ds ; 

life,  and  heav'n,  are  in  my  hands, 

1  by  -  fworn,' 

Nor  fhali  the  word  in  vain  return  ; 
To  me  fhi  2nd  the  knee, 

And  ev'ry  torffir  ear  to  me  j 

[n  me  alone  fljall  men  confers 

.  hefs  % 
Bui  filth  as  dan  my  name, 

I'il  clothe  them  with  et«  tame. 

I  the  Lord  fnall  all  the  feed 
Of  7/m/  from  their  fins  be  freed, 
And     y  their  mining  graces  prove 
Their  int'reft  in  nay  pard'.vng  love." 

K  Y  M  N    85.     Short  Metre. 
Tire  fame. 

IpHE  Lord  on  h  -urns 

His  God h<    :  rone^ 

Mercy  dndjufiiee 

own. 

rep, 

I  the 'pit 

ill  hear  i\ 

found 
In  th 

In  thee  fhaH  If 

Cod  juaf 

Aid 

C  * 


SS  HYMNS  AND  B.I. 

"H  Y  M  N    86.     Common  Metre, 
God  koly.jujl.  andfovereign.     Job  ix.  2 — 10; 
*    TJOW  mould  the  fons  of  ddum's  race 
-Li      Be  pine  before   heir  God  ! 
If  he  contend  in  tighteoirncs 
We  fali  beneath  his  rod, 
£  To  vindicate  my  words  and  thoughts 
I'll  fjnake  no  more  presence; 
.  Not  one  of  a  I  my  thoufaud  faults 
Can  bear  a  juit  defence. 

3  Strong  is  his  arm,  his  heart  is  wife  ; 

at  vain  prefnmers  dare 
Agaiuft  their  maker's  hand  to  rife, 
Or  'temp:  th'  unequal  war  ? 

4  Mountains  bv  his  almighty  wrath 

From  their  old  feats  are  torn  ; 
Ke  fh?kes  -he earth  from  South  to  North, 
And  al!  her  pillars  mourn. 

5  He  bios  'he  fun  forbear  to  rife, 

Th'  nbed'ent  fun  forbears; 
His  hand  with  fackdoth  'pieads  the  fries, 
And  ualsupail  the  flars. 

6  He  walks  upon  the  ftormy  fea  ; 

Flies  oil  the  ftormy  wind  ; 
There's  none  can  trace  his  wond'reus  ^ay, 
Or  his  dark  footfteps  find.] 

H  Y  M-N    87       I  .oner  Me' re. 
God  dwells  with  the  liuwbte  and  penitent* — • 
\6 

1  >"THl' ;  faith  the  hi^h  and  lofty  One, 

"  I  fn  upon  m    holy  throne  ; 
Mv  name  is  G  V,  I  dwell  on  high, 
Dwell  in  mv  own  eteri 

2  But  I  defcend  to  world's  bel 
On  1  atth  1  h,s  fiori  too  ; 
The  hua  contrite 
I*  an  abi 


I,        SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  57 

The  humble  foul  my  words  revive, 
1  bid  the  mourning  firmer  live  ; 
Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 
And  eafe  the  forrows  of  the  mind. 
[When  I  contend  againft  their  fin, 
I  make  them  know  how  vile  they've  been ; 
But  fhould  my  wrath  for  ever  fmoke, 
Their  fouls  would  fink  beneath  my  ftroke." 
O  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  bf  nigh, 
Left  we  fhou'd  faint,  deipair  and  die  ! 
Thus  fhall  our  better  thoughts  approve 
The  methods  of  thy  chaft'ning  love.] 

HYMN   88.     Long  Met!  e. 
ife  the  day  of  grace  and  hope.     Eccl-  ix.  4,  5,  6,  iO, 

LIFE  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord, 
The  time  t*  infure  the  great  reward. 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vileft  (inner-  may  return, 

[Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  giv'n 
To  'fcape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heav'n  ; 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  bieflings  of  the  day.] 
The  living  know  that  they  muft  die, 
But  all  the  de-id  forgotten  lie; 
Their  mern'ry  and  their  fenfe  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown..] 
I  [Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  loft, 
Their  envy  bury'd  in  the  duft  ; 
They  have  no  mare  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  fun.] 
Then  what  my  thoughts  defigo  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  purfue, 
Since  no  device,  nor  work  ig  found* 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope  beneath  the  ground* 

5  There  are.  no  a£ts  of  pardon  paft 
Id  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  hafte, 
C5 


58  HYMNS  AMD  B.I. 

But  darknefs,  death,  and  long  defpair 
Reign  in  eternal  filence  there. 

HYMN    59.     Long  Metre; 

Youth  and  judgment.     Eccl.  xi.  9. 

X    "\TE  fens  of  Adam,  vain  and  young, 

\       Indulge  your  eyes,  indulge  your  tongue, 
Tafte  the  delights  your  fouls  deiirc, 
And  give  a  loofe  to  ah  your  fire. 

2  Pui\ue  the  pleafures  you  deiigxi, 

And  cheer  your  hearts  with  fongs  and  wine, 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth  ,  tut  know 
t     Theie  is  a  day  of  judgment  too. 

3  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thoughts, 
His  bonk  records  your  fectet  faults; 
The  works  of  darkness  you  have  done 
Mutt  ail  appear  befoie  the  fun. 

4  The  vengeance  to  your  fodjes  due 

Should  ftrike  your  hearts  with  tenor  thro* : 
Kow  will  ye  ftaud  before  his  face, 
Or  anfwer  for  his  injur' d  gra,  e  ? 

5  Almighty  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
.  From  the'e  alluring  vanities, 

'  And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  vvord 
Awake  thtiir  fouls  to  fear  the  Lord. 

HYMN     90.     Common  Metre. 
'I  he  fame. 
j    T    O,  the  yonng  tiibes  of  Adam  rife, 
X-j  'And  thro'  all  nati  re  rove, 
fulfil  the  wifbes  of  their  eyes, 
And  taile?  he  joy.s  they  love. 

2  They  give  a  loofe  to  wild  defires; 

But  let  the  i?:  roars  know 
Tne  ftnfcl  account  that  God  requires 
Of  a!i  the  woi as  they  .  0. 

3  The  Judge  prepares  his  throne  on  high) 

The  frighted  earth  and  tea* 


lN 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  59 

Avoid  the  f«rv  of  his  eve, 
Ann  fiee.before  tp?  &«?- 
,  How  mailing    dreadful  day* 
4        AndftaQdthe&ry.teft? 
l'clK-,vcallvr,o»  aijovsavvay 
To  be  i&reyerbleft. 

HYMN    QT.     ton?  Metre. 

verted  pic     Eccl   xu.  i,  7.     1    ;    ■ 
ltqv:  intbeheatof  ydbthfy.  Wood 
N^emembcAour  Creator  God^r 

i       A    uP  n-or/hs  com.   haftTflWg  °* 
9  Behold  the  aaed  hnrer  go.s 
Dov.n   ale  regies  Of  tbe^esd, 

o  The  dull  returns  to  duft  again; 

d  The  foul  m  agonies  ot  pain 

AfcenristoGod;   not  thtfrc  «    ^ 
■But  hears  her  doom,  and  finks  to  hell. 

4  Eternal  Kmg.  ^V^TUm' 
Teach  nurno  know  hpwjrail  1  am , 
I^w^en  my  foal  m,fthre  remove, 

Give  me  a  manfion  uuny  lov$> 

H  Y  M  N    92.     Short  Metre. 
thrift  the  Wifdtm  rf  God.      Prov.  yuL  1,  «  —  £ 
1    OH  ALL  wifdomcr 

O  And  no  ■-■  ■  •        :a™' 

The  ijoi'ce  oS. 

De*rerves  it  no  regard  ? 

►      2   'SI  was  hi. 

tlisever  '. 

all  bis  wot 

Creadon  w 23  b^s'in. 


; 


6o  HYMNS    AND  b 

3  [Before  the  flying  clouds, 

Before  the  folid  land, 
Before  the  fields,  before  the  floods, 
I  dwelt  at  his  right  hand. 

4  When  headom'd  the  ikies, 

And  built  them,  .(  was  there, 
T°  OT,der>  yl'en  the  fun  fhould  rife,' 
And  marfhal  ev'ry  ftar# 

5  When  he  pour'd  out  the  fea, 

And  fpreed  the  flowing  deep, 
•      I  gave  the  flood  a  firm  decree, 
In  its  own  bounds  to  keep. 
€  Upon  the  empty  air 

The  earth  was  balanc'd  well  : 
With  joy  T  faw  the  manfion  where 
The  fons  of  men  fhould  dwell; 
?  Mybufy  thoughts  at  firfl 
On  their  fah  ation  ran, 
Ere  fin  was  bom,  or  Adam's  dull 
Wai  fafhion'd  to  a  man. 
8  Then  come,  receive  my  grace, 
Ye  children  and  be  wife; 
Happy  the  man  that  keeps  my  wavs; 
The  man  that  fhuns  them  die:." 

fn.  -n      H  Y^  N    93-     Long  Metre. 
Chnft,  or  wifdom,  obeyed  er  rejjied.     Prov.  viii. 
34 36. 

1  HPHUS  faith  the  wifdom  °f  the  Lo'd, 

A     "  Bleft  is  the  man  that  hears  my  word, 
Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  gates, 
And  at  my  feet  for  mercy  waits. 

2  The  foul  that  fecks  me  fhall  obtain 
Immortal  wealth,  and  heav'njy  gain 
Immortal  life  is  his  reward, 
Life  and  the  favour  of  the  Lord, 

3  But  the  vile  wretch  that  Pxies  from  me 
Doth  his  own  foul  an  injury }" 


'b.i.      spiritual  songs.         (-1 

Fo'ols  that  againft  my  grace  rebel, 
Seek  death,  and  love  the  road  to  he>l. 

HYMN    04"     Common  Metre. 

1  V    On  their  own  works  have  built; 
Their  hearts  by  nature  are  unclean, 

And  all  their  aaions  guilt. 
a  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  Hop  their  mouths, 
Without  a  murm'rmg  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  ftand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 
o  In  vain  we  afk  God's  righteous  law 
To  iuftify  us  now,  • 

Since  to  convince,  and  to  condemn, 
Is  all  -the  law  can  do. 
4   Jefus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace, 
When  in  thy  name  we  trull  S 
Our  faith  receives  a l  righteoumels 
That  makes  the  firmer  juit, 

HYMN   95.     Common  Metre. 
Regeneration.     John  i.  13  ™d  Hi.  3>  ** 
1  XT'OT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 
1\    Nor  rites  that  God  has  gw  n. 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 
Can  raife  a  foul  to  heav'n. 
V  The  lov'reign  will  of  God  alone 

\     Creates  us  heirs  of  graCe  ; 
Born  in  fhe  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new  peculiar  race. 
,  The  Spirit,  like  fome  heavily  wind, 

°       Blows  on  the  Ions  of  fleih, 
New  models  all  the  carnal  mind, 
And  forms  the  man  afrelh. 


II 


y'f 


B. 


62  HYMNS  AND 

4  Our  quJcken'd  fouls   awake  and  rife 
•   From the  long  fkep  of  death; 

Onheav'nly.h.ngs.vefixoureyes, 
And  pra.feempfoys  our  breath. 

LUtlion  excludes  boajling.      l  Cor.  {.  2o  _ 

1    RURT  ffW  an?°'^  *c  carnal  wife, 
±J  But  few  of  noble  race, 

Obtain  the  favour  of  thine  eyes" 

Almignty  King  of  grace. 
*  lie  take,  the  men  ot  meaneft  name 
*or  Ions  and  heirs  of  God- 
And  thus  ne  p-,urs  abundant  frame 
On  honourable  blood. 
8  He  call,  t! he  fool ,  and  makes  him  know  < 

The  myft'rttg  «f  his  grace, 
lo  bring  afpiring  wifdom  low 
And  ajl  its  pride  abdfe 

4  Na^h"air¥«»>ori«Ioft1 

wb  flS  nTT,6-  before  his  thro"e 

No  {^hij.ll.nhtsprefenceboaft 
But  in  the  Lord  aior.e. 

^  HYMN    97.     Long  Metre.  • 

Cnrifl  our  mfdom,  rightecufnefs,  &c      1  Cor    i   o„ 
K   «7    r         fh^dows  of  the  night, 
iVf       C  i'er  Uil  <**  rcftore*  delight ; 
Wijoomdefcends  to  heal  the  band; 

And  chafe  thedarkne/s»o'f  tbemind. 

2   Our  gl:llty  fouIs  drown,d  .n  ^^ 

atoning  blood  appra.s  • 
Jben  we  awake  from  dr.-p  diftrCfs 
And  fing,  m  Lord  our  Rigkuouhfs. 

Kmn!f»  o«r  natures  Jean 
S^vu-tues  from  his  fuffVings  fliw 

At  once  to  clcanfe  and  pardon  too. 


I.         SPIRITUAL  S^_ 
ejus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns/^*  5      • 

,'nding  his  flaves  in  heavy  chains, 
le  (eu  the  pi  is'ncrs  free,  and  breaks 
'he  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 
>oor  helplefs  worms  in  thee  poffefs  f 

:,ace,  wifdom,  pow'r  and  nghteoumels  ; 
finoijart  our  mighty  All,  and  we 
iive  our  whole  felves,  Q  Lord,  to  thee. 
HYMN  98.     Short  Metre. 
The  fame, 
fJOW  heavy  is  the  night 
i~l    That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 
ri  1  Chriji  .vith  his  reviving  light 

Over  our  fouls  arife? 
3ur  guilty  fpirits  dtead 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  heav'n  ; 
But  in  his  righteoufnefs  array'd 

We  fee  our  fins  forgiv'n. 
Unholy,  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways, 
His  hands  infefted  nature  cure 

Withfan&ifying  grace. 

The  pow'rs  of  hell  agree 

To  hold  our  fouls  in  vain  ; 
He  fets  the  fons  of  bond  ay ;e  free, 

And  breaks  the  curfed  chain. 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  ways, 

To  bring  us  ,near  to  God, 
Thy  fov'reign  pow'r  thy  healing  grace. 

And  thine  atoning  blood. 

HYMN     99.  .  Common  Metre. 

mes  made  children  of  Abraham  :  Or,  grace  not  eon* 
vsyed  by  religious  parent*.     Matt.  iii.  9. 


V 


A1N  aie  the  hopes  that  rebels  place 
Upon  their  birth  and  blood, 


[YMNS  i 


64  IIYJHNS  AND  '     B. 

Defcended  frflfn  a  pious  race, 
(Their  fathers  now  with  God.) 

2  He  from  the  caves  of  eat  th  and  hell 

On  take  the  hardeft  ftones, 
And  fill  the  houfe  of  A'ra'm  well 
With  new-created  fons. 

3  Such  wond'rous  pow'r  doth  he  poffefs. 

Who  form'd  our  mortal  frame, 
Who  cali'd  the  world  from  emptinefs/ 
The  world  obey'd,  and  came. 

HYMN     100.     Long  Metre. 
Believe,  and  be  faved.     John  iii.  16,  17, 1 8. 

1  "K.TO  r  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men 
l.\I    Did  .  hrijl  the  fon  of  God  appear  : 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  feen, 

No  Aiming  i'word,  nor  thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  cur  God, 
He  lov'd  the  race  of  man  fo  well, 
He  font  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 

Of  hns,  and  faveour  fouls  ft"  m  hell, 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word,- 
Truft  in  his  mighty  name  and  live; 
A  thoufand  joys  his  lips  afford, 
His  hands  a  thoufand  bleflings  give. 

4  But  vengeance  and  damnation  lies 
On  rebels  who  reiufe  his  grace ; 
Who  God's  eternal  Son  defpife, 

1  he  hotteft  hell  fhall  be  their  place. 

HYMN     lot.     Long  Metre; 
Joy  in  heaven  for  a  repenting  Jmner,     Luke  xv.  7,1 

1  \  \  THOcan  defenbe  the  joys  that  rife 

VV     Through  all  the  courts  of  paradife, 
To  fee  a  prodigal  return, 
To  fee  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 

2  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  j 


;.T.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  & 

The  Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  fees 
The  purchafe  of  his  agonies. 
The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  foul  he  form'd  anew, 
And  faints  and  angels  join  to  fittg 
The  growing  empire  or  their  KTng. 
HYMN     102.     Long  Metre? 
The  beatitudes .     Matt .  v.  2 1  * . 

BLEbT  are  the  humble  fouls  that  fee 
Their  emptinefs  and  poverty  y 

Treafures  of  grace  to  them  are  giv  n, 
B  Bleft  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 

Who  mourn  for  fin  with  inward  fmart, 

The  blood  oi"  Chrijl  divinely  flows 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes, 
a  Bleft  are  the  meek,  who  (land  afar 

From  rage  and  fafhion,  noife  and  war  ; 

God  wiUfeeute  theii  happy  ftate, 

And  will  plead  their  cauie  agakift  the  great, 
4  Bleft  are  the  fouls  that  this  ft  for  grace, 

Hungerand  long  for  righleoufne-sj 

They  fhali  be  well  fupply'd  and  led 

With  living  ftreamsand  living  bread., 
£•  Bleft  are  the  men  whofe  bowels  move 

And  melt  with  fympathy  and  love  : 

JFrom  thrift  the  Lord  {hall  they  obtain 

Like  fympathy  and  love  again. 

6  Bleft  are  the  pure  whofe  hearrs  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  pow'r  of  fin; 

With  endlcfs  pleafure  they  {hall  iee 
A  God  of  fpotlefs  purity. 

7  Ble'ft  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 

Who  quench  the  cosh  of  growing  ftrife  : 
They  {hall  be  cali'd  the  heirs  of  bufs, 
'  The  fons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace, 


*■•  * 


66  HYMNS  AND  B. 

8  Bleft  are  the  fuff'rers  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  fhame  f«r  Jefus'  fake  ; 
Their  fouls  fhall  triumph  in  the  Lord 
Glory  and  joy  arc  their  reward. 

HYMN     103.     Common  Metre. 
Not  ajhamed  of  the  gofpel,     2  Tim.  i.  12. 

1  T,M  not  afham'd  to  own  my  Lor  i, 
X  Or  to  defend  his  caufe, 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 

The -gloiy  of  his  crofs. 

2  Jefus,  my  God  !   I  know  his  name  ! 

His  name  is  all  my  truft  ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  foul  to  fhame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  loft. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promife  ftands, 

And  he  can  well  fecure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
'Till  the  decifive  hour. 
3  Then  will  he  own  my  worthlefs  name, 
Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerufatem 
Appoint  my  foul  a  place. 

HYMN      J 04.     Common  Mare, 
Ajlateof  nature  and  grace.     1  Cor.  vi.  10.  11. 

1  IVT^*  the  malicious  or  p-ofane, 
LN    The  waiiron  or  the  pioud, 

Nor  thieves,  nor  uand'rers  mail  obtain 
Ttre  kingdom  of  our  God 

2  Supprifihg  grace  '.  and  fuch  were  we 

By  nature  and  by  fin, 

Heirs  of  irhiinortal  mifery, 

Unholy  and  unclean. 

3  But  we  ai^  wafh'd  iu  Jefus'  blood, 

We're  pa;d<>n*d  thro*  his  name; 
And  the  tit  of  our  God  ,^\ 

Has  fau&ify'd  our  frame. 


,  I.         SPIRITUAL  SON  67 

O  for  a  peiTever  ing  pow'r 
To  keep  thy  juft  comro 
We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  more, 
No  more  pollute  our  hands* 

H  Y  M  N  105.     Common  Metre. 
Heaven  ir.vifible  and  holy.     1  Cor.  i\.  9.  10.     Rev. 

xxi    27. 
"VTOR  eye  hath  feen,  nor  ear  has  head, 

Nor  fenfe  nor  reafon  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepaid 

•  For  thofe  that  love  the  Son. 
But  the  good  fpirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heavsn  to  come  : 
The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 

•  Allure  and  guide  us  home. 
Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  fky, 

And  all  the  region  peace  ; 
No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye, 
I  Can  fee  or  taRe  the  blifs. 
Thofe  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution  fin  and  fharne  ; 
None  fhall  obtsin  admittance  there 
I  But  foll'wers  ot  the  Lamb, 
He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life, 

There  all  their  names  are  found  : 
The.  hvpocriie  in  vain  fhaii  ftrive 
1    To  tre?d  the  hea\'nly  ground. 

HYMN     ic6.      Short  Metre. 
fad  to  fin  by  the  uefs  of  Chrilt.     Rom.  vi.  1,  2,  6r 

SHALL  we  go  on  to  fin, 
-ecaufe  thy  grace  abounos  ? 
Ororuc'ify  the  Lord  again, 

ope.i  all  his  wounds  ? 
d  it,  might v  God  ? 
Nor  let  it  e'ei  be  Said, 
'That  we,  whole  fi  :s  3.<e  ciacify'd,  . 
Should  rcjife  them  Irom  the  dead; 


63  HYMNS  AND  B. 

3  We  will  be  flaves  no  more, 

Since  Chnji  hath"  made  us  free, 
Has  naii'd  our  tyrants  to  ids  croft, 
;.v,And  bought  our  liberty. 

HYMN     107.     Long  Metre. 
The  fall  and  recovery  of  man  :  Or,  Chrift  and  Sata 
enmity.     Gen.  lii.  1,  15,  17.     Gal.  iv.  4.     ( 
ii.  15. 
I   T"%ECEIV'D  by  fubile  fnares  of  hell, 
;    Adam  our  head,  our  father,  fell, 
When.  Satan  in  the  icrp-.n:  hid, 
Propis'd  the  fruit  thai  God  forbid. 
«  Death  was"  the  thieatTning ;  death  began 
To  take  pofteuioh  of  the  man  : 
His  unborn  race  leceiv'd  the  wound, 
And   heavy  curies  fmote  the  ground. 

3  But  Satan  found  aworfe  rewaid; 

s  faith  the  v  ngtan«e  of  the  Lord, 
Ldeverlajling  haired  be 
Befw  \t  the  wowads  jeed  and  thee. 

4  The  woman's  fad  foal  be  m\<  San, 
He  /hall  deffro)  what  thou  haft  done; 
Shall  faeak  thy  head,  and  only  feel 
Thy  malice  ragifig  at  thy  heel. 

5  [He/pake,  and  bid  four  thousand  years 
Roll  or.  ;  at  length  his  Son  appeals  ; 
Aligns  with  joy  defc-  nd  to  earth, 
And  flag  the  young  R;  deemer's  birth; 

6  Lo,  b  y  the  fons  of  bfcfl  he  dies  ; 

Rat  as  he  hung'twixt  earth  and  fkies, 
He  gave    heir  prince  a  fatal  blow, 
And  triumph'ti  o'er  the  pow*rs  below, 

H  V   M  N     108.     Short  Metre. 
Chrift  unfeen  and  beloved,     l  Pet.  i.    8. 
1   "M^OT  with  our  mortal  eyes 
^      Have  we  beheld  the  Lord, 


J.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  69 

Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name,/ 

And  iove  him  in  his  word'. 
On  earth  we  want  the  fight 

Of  our  Redeemer's  face  ; 
Yet.  Lo  d,  our  inmoft  thoughts  ctelight 

To  dwt  11  upon  thy  grace. 
And  when  we  tafte  thy  love, 

Our  joys  divinely  grow 
Unfpeakable.  like  thofe  above, 

And  heav'n  begins  below. 

HYMN     109.     Long.  Metre. 

he  value  a/"  Chrift  and  his  righteotijnefs.     Phil.  iii. 

7,  8,  9. 

^TO  nsore,  mv  God,   I  boaft  no  more 
*    Of  all  the  du'ies  I  have  done; 
I  quit  ihe  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  truft  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 
Now  for 'he  love  1  bear  his  name, 
What  was  my  gain,    1  count  my  lofs 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  fhame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  crofs. 
Yes,  and    1  m\  ft  and  will  efteem 
All  things  but  lofs  for  Jefus'  fake  ; 
O  may  rny  toul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteoufuefs  partake  ! 
Thebefi  obrdi^nce  of  my  hands 
Dares  not  appear  before  thv  throne  5 
But  faith  can  anfwer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done* 

HYMN     no.     Common  Metre. 

Death  ana immediate  glory.     2  Cor.  v.  t,  5,  8, 

THERE  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands, 
Eternal;  and  fin  high, 
And  here  my  foirit  yi  aiting  {lands, 
'Till  God  ilull  bid.  it  fly. 


7q,  HYMNS  AND  B 

2  Shortly  this  prifon  of  my  clay 

Muft  be  diffolv'd  and  fall ; 
Then,  O  my  foul,  with  joy  obey 

Thy  heav'nly  Father's  call. 
g  'Tis  he,  by  his  almighty  grace, 

That  forms  thee  fit  for  heav'n 
And  as  an  earned  of  the  place, 

Has  his  own  Spirit  giv'n. 
a  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 
*   But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 

We're  abfent  from  the  Lord. 
5  'Tis  pleafant  to  believe  thy  grace, 

But  we  had  rather  fee, 
We  would  be  abfent  from  the  flefh, 

And  prefen:,  Lerd,  with  thee. 

HYMN     in.     Common  Metre, 
Salvation  by  grace.     Titus  iii,  3,  7. 

1  i-T    ORD,  we  co- :fcfs  our  num'rous  faults, 
|_  JL<  How  great  ous  guilt  has  been; 

^Foolifh*  and  vain  area:i  our  thoughts, 
And  aii  our  lives  weie  fin. 

2  But,  Oir.y  foul,  for  ever  piaife, 

For  ever  love  his  name, 
Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dang'rous  ways 
Ot  felly,  fin  and  fhame.J 

3  [ 'Tis  not  by  work*  of  righteoufnefs 

Which  our  own  hands  have  done; 
But  we  are  fav'd  by  fov'reign  grace, 
Abounding  thro'  his  Son.  J 
a  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  nur  God 
Tr.at  alloui  hopes  begin  ; 
'Tis  by  ihe  water  and  the  blood 
Out  fouls  arc  wafh'd  from  fin. 
5  'Tis  thro'  the  purchafeof  his  death 
Who  hung  upon  the  tree 


.  [.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS,  7f 

The  Spirit  is  fent  down  to  breathe 

On  fuch  dry  bontfs  as  we. 
Rais'd  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew ; 

And  juflify'd  by  grace, 
We  (hall  appear  in  glory  too, 

And  fee  our  father's  face. 

HYMN    112.    Common  Metre. 
Th.br aztn  ferpent:  Or,  looking  to  Jefus,    %  John, 

vert   14 16. 

CO  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raifc 

The  brazen  ferpent  high  ; 
The  wounded  felt  immediate  eafe, 

The  camp  forebore  to  die. 
Look  upward  in  the  dyinp-  hcur? 
I  And  live,  the  prophet  cries; 
$ut  Chrijl  performs  a  nobler  cure, 

When  faith  lifts  up  her  eyes. 
High  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  hung, 

High  in  the  heav'ns  he  reigns  : 
Here  fmners,  by  th'  old  ferpent  flung, 

Look,  and  forget  their  pains. 
■Then  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  up, 
:    A  dying  world  revives  ; 
The  Jew  beholds  the  glorious  hope, 

Th'  expiring  Gentile  lives. 

HYMN    113.     Common  Metre. 
Abraham's  blejing  on  the  Gentiles,     Gen.  xvii.  7, 
Rom    xv.  8.   Markx,  14. 
OW  large  the  promife!    how  divine. 
To  AbrcCm  and  his  feed  ! 
/'//  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 

:  lying  all  their  need. 
The  words  of  his  exteinfive  love 

From  age  to  age  endure  ; 
The  Angel  of  the  cov'nant  proves, 
And  leals  the  bleffing  fure, 


72  JiYMNS  AND  B.I. 

3  3eIus  tne  anc,ent  ^'tn  c°r'firms» 

To  our  greal  fathers  giv'n  ; 
He  takes  vouug  children  to  his  arms, 
Andcalls*them  heirs  ol  neav'n. 

4  Oar  God,  how  faithful  are  his  ways  ! 

His  love  endures  the  fame; 
Nor  from  the  promifeof  his  grace 
Blots  out  the  children's  name. 

HYMN"    114      Common  Metre. 
The  fame.     Romans  xi.  16.  17. 
1    f>  ENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong 
VJT    To  the  wild  olive  wood; 
Grace  took  us  from  the  barren  tree, 
And  grafts  us  in  the  good. 
a  With  the  fame  blefungs  grace  endows 
The  Gentile  and  the  Jew ; 
If  pure  and  ho!    be  the  root, 
Such  are  the  branches  too. 

3  Then  let  the  children  of  the  faints 

Re  dedicate  to  God  ; 
Pour  out  thy  fpim  on  them..  Lord, 
And  wafhthemin  thy  blood. 

4  Thus  to  n;e  parents  and  their  feed 

Shall  chy  falvation  come, 
And  num'rous  houfholds  meet  at  lafl 
In  one  eternal  home. 

HYMN    j  15      Common  Metre. 
Convittion  of  [in  by  the  law.    Romans  vii,  8.  9.  14,  24. 

1  ORD,  how  tecure  my  enfeience  was, 
X-i   /^nd  feitno  inward  dread! 

I  was  alive  withou  the  law, 

\rd  thought  my  6ns  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  he^v  n  were  firm  and  bright, 

But  finee  the  piecep;  came 
Vv'ith  a  convincing pow  9t  and  light, 
1  find  how  vile  1  am. 


B  i.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 

3  [My  guilt  appear'd  but  fmall  before, 

'  I  ill  terrbly  I  faw 
How  perfect,  holy,  juftand  pure, 
Was  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  foul  the  heavy  lor.d, 

My  fins  reviv'd  again. 
I  had  prove k'd  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  (foi 

5  I'miike  a  helplefs captive  fold, 

Under  the  poA'rof  tin  ; 
I  cannot  do  the  good  I  wo 

Nor  keep  my  co iv,  lean*. 

6  My  God,   1  cry  with  ev'ry  breathj 

For  fome  kind  oow'fio  faVe-j 
To  break  the  yoke  of  fin  and'  tieath, 
/ind  thus  redeem  the  (lave. 

H   Y  M  N     ire.     Long  Metre. 
,Lcve  to  Goo  and  our  neighbor.  Mat'th.  xxii.  37 — 4.0 
uHpHUS   faith  the  fi,  it,   the  great  command, 
-*•      "   Let  all  thy  inward  powers  unite 
To  love  thy  M?ker  and  thy  God? 
Wuh  utmoft  vigor  and  delight, 
n.    Then  fhall  thy  neighbor  next  in  place 
Share;  nine  a  fie  ft  ion  arid  efte'errr^ 
A  nd  !e'.  thy  kindness  to  thy!  : 
Meafureand  rule  thy  love  to  hi  ri." 

3  This  is  the  fenfe  that  Mofei  (pak  -, 

This  did  the  prophets  or-  ach  and  prove  ; 
For  want  of  this  rhe  law  ;s  broke, 
•    And  the  whole  law's  fulfilled  by  idve. 

4  But  O  how  bafeour  fpiiits  are  ! 
How   c  ;ld  our  char  it  v  and  zeal  ! 
Lord,   fill  our  foiils  with  hcav'niv  fiie, 
Or  we  fhail  ne'er  r-erbim  thy  will. 

H  Y   M   N      -17.     Long  "VTetre. 
me£lionfov'reigff'd¥tkjree.   Romans  ix  21,  22,  2 a,  £,4, 


7—40. 


|_J  EHOLD  .    e  pofer  andlhe  cloy, 
L  AJ  lie  forms  his  vcfftl  as  he  pleafe 
D 


74        HYMNS  AND  S,  I, 

Such  is  our  God  ;  and  fuch  arc  we, 

The  fubjeftsof  his  juft  decrees. 
a  Doth  not  the  workman's  pow'r  extend 

O'er  all  the  mafs,  which  part  to  chufe, 

And  mould  it  for  a  nobler  end, 

And  which  to  leave  tor  viler  ufe  ?j 
.0  May  not  the  fcv'ieign  Lord  on  high 

Difpenfe  his  favors  as  he  will, 

Chufe  fome  to  life,  while  others  die, 

And  yet  be  juft  and  gracious  ftill  ? 
^  [What  if  to  mate  his  terror  known, 

He  lets  his  pa.tience  long  endure, 

Suffering  vile  rebels  to  go  on, 

And  feai  their  own  deftru&ion  fu/e  ? 
*  What  if  he  means  to  fhew  his  grace, 

And  his  electing  love  employs 

To  mark  out  fome  of  mortal  race, 

And  form  them  fit  for  heay'nly  joys  ?J 
6  Shall  man  reply  againft  the  Lord, 
■■fed  call  his  Maker's  ways  unjuft, 
,Wr>e  thunder  of  whofe  dreadful  word 
'  Can  crufh  a  thoufand  worlds  to  duft  ? 
y   But,  O  my  foul,  if  truth  (o  bright 

Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  fight, 

Yet  ftill  his  written  will  Qbcy, 

And  wait  the  great  decifive  day. 
8  Then  he  fhall  make  his  juftice  kwwn, 

And  the  whole  world,  before  his  throne, 

With  joy  or  terror  fhall  confefs 

The  glory  of  his  righteoufnefs. 

HYMN     it  8.     Short  Metre. 
Mofes  and  Chrift  :  Or,fm  againjl  the  law  andgtfpc 

John  i.  17.     Heb.  iii,  3,  5,  6,  and  x.  28.  29. 
1   rTPHE  law  by  Mofes  came, 

X     But  peace  and  truth  and  love, 

Were  brought  by  C'/nJi,  a  nobler  name, 

Pe lending  from  above. 


I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS,  fjf 

,  Amidft  the  heufe  of  God 

Their  cliff* rent  works  were  done: 
Mofes  a  faithful  fervant  flood. 
But  Chriji  a  faithful  Son. 
>  Then  to  his  new  commands 
Be  flricl:  obedience  paid; 
O'er  all  his  Father's  houfe  he  vtandg 
The  Sov*reign  and  the  bead? 
l  The  man  that  durft  defpife 
The  law  that  Mofes  brought  I 
Behold  how  terribly  he  dies 
For  his  prefumpt'ous  fault.: 
But  forer  vengeance  falls 

On  that  rebellious  iace? 
Who  hate  to  hea-  when   Jefui  calls. 
And  dare  refill  his  grace. 

HYMN     ng.     Common  Metre,, 

The  different fuccef  of  the  go/pel.     i   Cor.  i.  23,  241 

a  Cor.  ii.  16.     1  Cor.  iii.  6.  7. 
l    S^S  HRIST  and  his  crofs  is  all  our  theme 
V_y   The  my  (fries  that  we  fpeak 
Are  fcandal  in  the  J-ews'  efteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek  : 
t  But  fouls  enlighten'd  from  above; 
With  joy  receive  ;foe  word  ; 
They  fee  what  wifdom,   pow'r  and  leva 
Shines  in  their  .-dying  Lord. 
a  The  vital  favor  of  his  name 

Reftores  their  fainting  breath  ; 
BtU  unbelief  perverts  the  fame 
To  guilt,  de  pair,  and  death, 
a  'Till  God  diffuie  his  graces  downj 
Like  fhow'rs  of  heav'nly  rain, 
Jri  vain  Apollos  fows  the  giound, 
And  Paul  mav  plant  in  vaina 


■j 6  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

HYMN     120.  Common  Metre. 
Faith  of  things  unfeen.     Hcb.  xi.   l,  3,  8, 10. 

1  TpAlTH  is  the  bn^htfft  evidence 
JL      Of  things  beyond  our  fjght, 
Breaks  thro'  ihe  clouds  of  fle.lh  and  fenfe, 

And  dwells  in  hcav'nlv  light ; 

2  It  fets  times  pa!l  in  prefent  view 

Brings  diftant  profpeefs  home, 
Of  things  a  thoufapd  \ears  ago, 
Or  thoufand  years  to  come. 

3  Bv  faith  we  know  the  worlds  were  made 

By  God's  almighty  word  ; 
Abratim  to  unknown  countries  led, 
By  faith  obey'd  the  Lord. 

4  He  fought  a  city,  fair  and  high, 

Built  by  th*  eternal  hands  ; 
And  faith  affjres  us,  tho'  we  die, 
That  heav'nly  building  (lands. 

HYMN     121.     Com  ron  Metre. 
iren  devoted t)  God.  Gen.  xvii.  7,  10.   Acts  xvi« 

*4'  »S  33- 

For  thofe  who  practi  e  Infant   Baptifm. 

1  rTP'HUS  faith  the  mercy  w  the  Loid, 

Jl       1  '11  be  3  God  to  thee  : 
I'll  blefs  thy  numerous  race,  and  they 
Shall  be  a  feed  lor  me. 

2  AbraKm.  believ'd  the  promis'd  grace, 

Arid  ga*  e  hi'v  fons  to  God  ; 
But  waier  feals  thcbh-llintj  now. 
That  once  was  f"a<'d  w  th  blood. 

3  T!  us  lydis  fanftifi'd  htr  h -u'e, 

Wiien  (he  receiv'd  the  word  ; 
Thus  the  believing  jailos  ^ve 
His  houfhohi  10  the  L>rd. 

4  Thus  laer  (aims,  c.e  nai  King, 

Thine  ancient  truth  embrace  ; 


B.  T.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS,  77 

To  thee  their  infant  offspring  bring 
And  humbly  claim  the  grace. 

HYMN     122.     Long  Metre. 
Believers  buned  with   Chrift  in  baftifm.     Rom.  vi. 

3,  4,  &c, 
!  T""\0  we  not  know  that  folemn  word, 

JiJ   That  we  are  bury'd  with  the  Lord: 

Baptiz'd  into  his  death  arid  then 

Put  off  the  body  of  our  fin  ? 
a  Our  fouls  receive  diviner  breath, 

Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt  and  death  : 

So  from  the     rave  did  Chrift  arife, 

And  lives  to  God  above  the  ikies. 
3  No  more  let  fin  or  Satan  reign 

Over  our  mortal  fiefh  again  ; 

The  varioes  lulls  we  ferv'd  before 

Shall  bavt  dominion  now  no  more. 

HYMN    123.     Common  Metre* 

The  repenting  prodigal.     Luke  xv.   13,  &c. 
3    T1  EHOLD  the  wretch  whole  luft  and  wine 
JL3   Has  wafted  his  eftate, 
He  begs  a  fhare  amongft  the  fwine, 
To  taftethe  hu.fks  they  eat. 

2  "  I  die  with  hunger  here,"  he  cries, 

u  1  ftarve  in  foreign  lands; 
My  father's  houfe  has  large  fupplies, 
And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

3  I'll  go,  and  with  a  mournful  tongue 

Fall  down  before  nisrace  ; 
lather  I've  done  ihy  juftice  wrong, 
Nor  can  defer  ve  thy  grace." 

4  Be'fajd,  and  hafUn'd  lo  his  home. 

"To-(e<k  his  father's  love; 
I  he  fa>;  eTiaw  .the  rebel  come 
And  ill  his  bowels  move. 
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78  HYMNS  AND  B, 

5  He  ran  and  fell  upon  his  neck, 

Erc.brac'd  and  kifs'd  hisfon; 
The  rebel's  heart  with  furrow  brake 
For  follies  he  had  done. 

6  "  Take  off  hisclotles  of  fharne  and  Go, 

(The  father  gives  command) 
Drefs  him  in  garments  white  and  clean. 
With  iins;s  adorn  his  hand. 

7  A  day  of  featting  1  oidain, 

Let  mirth  and  joy  abound  : 
My  fon  was  dead,  and  lives  again, 
Was  left,  and  ndw  is  found." 

HYMN    124.    Long  Metre. 
The Jit ft  and  Jcccnd  Adam.     Rom.  v.  12,  &c« 

3   T^hEP  in  the  duft  before  thy  throne, 
JL/  Our  guilt  and  our  difgrace  we  own  ; 
Great  God,  we  Own  th'  unhappy  name 
Whence  fprung  oui  natu;e  and  our  fhame  \ 

%   Adam  the  fmner:   At  his  fall 

Death  like  a  condu'ror  leiz'd  Us  all  J 
A  thouiand  new-born  babes  are  dead 
By  fatal  union  to  their  head. 

3  But  whiift  Our  fpirits  fill'd  with  awe 
Behold  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 

We  fing  the  honours  of  tny  grace, 
That  fent  to  iave  our  ruin  A  race, 

4  We  fing  thine  eveilaiting  Son, 
Whojoin'dour  nature  to  his  own  ) 
Adam  the  lecond,  from  the  duft 
Kailes  the  ruins  of  the  firfh 

5  [By  the  rcbelhoh  of  one  man 
Through  all  his  feed  the  mifchief  farl , 
And  by  one  ithi/s  obedient*  now 
Are  all  his  feed  made  righteous  too. 

6  Where  fin  did  reign,  and  death  aBouad, 
Thctthavc  the  for.*  %f  Adm  fon-.  i 


[  t        SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  1? 

Abounding  life  ;  there  glorious  grace 
Reigns  thro'  the  Lord  our  righteouf-efs.  J 
H  Y  M  N    i45*     Common  Metre. 
Chriil's  ambafom  to  the  weak  and  tempted.     Heb.  iff 

10.  and  v,  7.     Matt.  »i.  20. 
%   -r  -r  TITHjov  we  meditate  the  grace 
W     Of  our  High  Prieft.  above  j 
His  heart  is  made  of  tendemefs, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

3  Touch'd  with  a  iympathy  within 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  fore  temptations  mean.. 

For  he  has  felt  the  fame. 
a  But  fpotlefs,  innocent  and  pure 

The  great  Redeemer  ftojd , 
While  Satan's  fiery  darts  he  bore, 
And  did  refill  to  blood. 

4  He.  in  the  days  of  feeble  flefii 

Pour*d  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
And  in  his  nieafare  feels  afrtfh 
"What  ev'ry  member  bears. 
i  THe'll  never  quench  the  fmoaking  Hak 
But  raife  it  to  a  flame; 
The  bruifed  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  fconss  the  nifcaneft  name.] 
g  Then  let  our*  humble  faith  addrefs 
His  mercy  and  his  pow'r, 
We  (hall  obtain  delivering  grace$ 
In  the  dtftieffing  houi. 

H  Y  M  N    126.     Long  M-tre. 
ClhtUy  and  uncli$7Mabknefs.     Rom.  xiv.  17,  «<£ 

1  Cor.  x.  32* 
*VtOT  diff'reut  food,  nor  difPrem  drefs 
\      XN     Compofc  the  kiogdoms  of  our  Lord,- 
^ut  peace  and  joy,  and  nghteoufnefs, 
Ub,  and  obedience  to  Ids  wc 

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S  AND  B. 

a  Whet;  weaker  ChriAiaiys  we  defpife, 

We  do  the  gofpel  mighty  v.  rung- ; 

For  God  the  gracious  and  t  He  wife, 

Receives  the  feeble  with  the  ftro 
3  L«  pride  and  wrath  be  banifk'd  hence. 

MeekneCs  and  love  cur  fouls  puVfue, 

Nor  Iball  our  pra&ce  give  offence     . 

Tolaints,  the  Gentile  or  the  Jew. 

H  Y  M  N     127.     Long  BTetre. 

-on  to  [tuners :  Or,  humility  and pr tie. 
Match.  ?ci    28 -30. 

COME  hither  all  ye  weary  fouls,' 
Yc  heavy  laden  fipners  come, 

I'll  g;vc  you  icft  from  all  your  toils, 

And  raifc  you  to  my  heav'hly  home; 
I   They  fhall  find  reft  that  learn  of  me, 

I'm  o!  a  meek  and  lowly  mind; 

But  pailiou  rages  .like  the  fca, 

And  pride  is  reftJefi  as  the  wind. 
efsfd  is  the  man  whofe  fhouideis  take 

My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight; 

My  }oke  is  cafy  to  his  mck, 

My  grace  fhall  make  the  burden  light." 
4  Jefus  weeomeatthy  command, 

Vv  ith  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 

Kihgnoui  fpirits  to  thy  hand, 

1  o  mould  ai;d  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

II  Y  M  N    j 28.     Long  Mare. 
pofrlc's  commifon:  Or,  thegajpelaltetted  by  m 
acta.     Mark  xv,.  1^.  Ma:,  xxviii.  18,  Sec. 

C>  O  preach  my  sofpel,  faith  the  Lord, 
_X  Bid  rhe  whole  earth  my  grace  rueive, 
be  favM  that  truftt  my  word;  / 

:  be  damn'd  that  worft  believe.  / 

nnmiffion  kne 
•::-i  true, 


/ 


B.I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  59 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour, 

When  God  our  wand'nngs  laid,        ^ 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  fnephei  d's  head  ! 
■I  How  glorious  was  the  grace. 

When  Chrijl  fuftain'd  the  ftroke  ! 
b     His  life  and  bl  jod  the  Ibepherd  pays 

A  ranidm  for  the  flocki 
4  His  honor  and  his  breath 
Were  taken  both  away; 
Join'd  with  the  wicked  in  his  death, 
AaA  made  as  vile  as  they. 
c  But  God  (hall  raife  his  head 
.  O'er  all  the  fons  01  menj 
And  make  him  lee  a  numerous  feed 
To  recompenfe  his  pain. 
6  "  I'll  give  him,  faith  ihe  Lord, 
A  portion  with  the  ftrong  ;      - 
He  fhallpoffefs  a  large  reward, 
And  hold  his  honours  long." 

HYMN     1 43.  Common  Metre, 

Characters  of  tie  children  of  God ,  from  fev&rd  fcrip' 
tares. 

1  QO  new-born  babes  defire  the  bteaft, 
...     kJ   To  feed,  and  grow,    and  thrive; 

So  faints  with  joy  the  gofpel  taite, 
And  by  the  gofpel  live. 

2  [With  inward  guft  their  heart  approves 

All  that  the  word  relates  ; 
They  love  the  men  their  Father  loves, 
And  hate  the  work  he  hates.] 

3  [Not  ail  the  Satt'nng  baits  on  earth, 

Can  make  them  flaves  to  tuft. 
They  can'i  forget  their  hesv'nly  birth? 
Ivor  grovel  in  the  chit.     . 

4  Not  ?.!!  the  chains  that  t\  rants  ufe, 
Sha  heir  fotiU  to  vice  ; 


^  ;  HYMNS  AND  fc 

.      Faith  like  a  conqu'ror  can  produce 
A  thoufand  victories.]  . 

5  [Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  feed, 

.Abides  and  reigns  withig  5 
immortal.principles  forbid  • 
The  ions  of  God  tw  fin.  j 

6  [Not  bythe  terrors  of  a  Have 

Do  they  perform  his  will, 
But  with  thenobJeft  pow'rs  they  have 
His  iweet  commands  fulfil. 
? .They  rind  accefs  it  ev'ry  hour 
To  God  within  the  veil; 
Hence  .hey  derive  a  qwiok'ning  pow'r* 
And  joys  that  never  fail, 
8  O  happy  folOs!  O  glorious  fiate 
Ut  ever-flowing  grace  ! 
To  dwell  fo  near  their  Father's  feat, 
And  leejiis  lovely  face  ! 
5  Lord,  laddrefs  thy  heav'nly  throne < 
Call  me  a  child  of  thine;        , 
Send  down  the' Spirit  of  thy  Son 
t      1  o  form  my  heart  divine 
«>  There  fbed  thy  eho.ceft  love  abroad, 
And  make  my  comforts  ftrong; 
.ThenfhaJiI,.ayj  Myfjaher.God, 
U  nh  an  unwav'xjng  tongue. 
H  V  M  N     ,4  .  Common  Metre 
Th^Un^ngandj^ingjpirit.    .Rom.  viri.   i4,  t* 

•    \»VHJ  ftl°u!ti  ^children  of  a  King 
^V  V      Go  mourningall  their  davs  ? 
~reat  Co/nfo.  ter,  defcend  and  bi  W 
wme  tokenfe  of  thy  grate, 
*  D°?t'1?u  P°'  dwel!  »"  ail  the  faints,  * 
\»m  eal  lhe  heirs  of  »<*Vn  ? 

When ,W,lt  tfaouh&nifh  my  complain^ 
And  jfcow  07  Fun  f«r|ivfu  ? 


IT.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  91 

I  Atfure  toy  conscience  of  her  part 
In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  thy  witnefs  With  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 
4  Thou  art  the  earneft  of  his  loVe» 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  J 
.And  thy  foft  wings,  celeftial  Dove, 
Will  fafe  convey  me  home. 

HYMN     145.    Common  Metre. 
Chrift  and  Aaron  taken  from  Heb.  vii.  and  ife 
1    r^ESUS,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold 
J     A  thoufand  glories  more, 
Than  the  rich  gems  and  pobfh'd  gold 
The  fons  of  Aaron  wore, 
a  They  fiffl  tfceir  own  burnt  off  rings  bro't. 
To  purge  themfelves  from  fin  ; 
Thy  life  was  pure  without  a  ipotj 
And  all  thy  nature  clean. 
*  [Ffefh.  blood,  as  Conftant  as  the   day, 
Was  on  their  altar  Ipirk  : 
But  thy  one  off'ring  takes  away 
For  ever  all  our  guilt,  j 

4  [Their  priefthood  ran  thro'  fov'ial  band;. 

For  mortal,  was  their  race  ; 
Thy  never  changing  office  Hands, 
•  Lternal  as  thy  days.] 

5  [Once  in  the  Circuit  of  a  year. 

With  blood,  but  not  his  own, 
Aaron  within  the  veil  appears 
Before  the  golden  throne. 

6  But  Chrift,  by  his  ©wn  pow'rtul  blood , 

Afcends  above  the  Ikies, 
And  in  the  prefencc  of  our  God> 
Shows  his  own  facrivke.] 

7  Jefus,  the  King  of  glory,  reign:, 
"  "On  $0R*s  teav'nly  hjllj 


;?  HYMNS  AND  l 

Looks  like  a  Lamb  that  has  been  flab, 
-And  wears  his  prufthood  ftill. 
8  He  ever  lives  to   intercede 
Before  hie  Father's  face  ; 
Give  him,  my  (oul,  thy  caufe  to  plead, 
Nor  doubt  the   Father's  grace. 

H  Y  M  N-    146.     Long  Metre. 
Characters  of  Chrift  borrowed  from  inanimate  thi 
in  fcripture, 

1  Fr^1  °  wormiP  ac  Immamuel\  feet, 

£  ^J  See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet ! 

arth  is  too  narrow  to  exprefs 
His   worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace.] 

2  [The  whole  creation  can  afford 

But  fome  faint  fhadows  of  my  Lord  ; 
Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
Muft  mingle  colours  not  her  own.] 

3  [Is  he  compar'd  to  wine  or  bread  ? 
Dear  Lord,  our  fouls  would  thus  be  fed  : 
That  fiefh,  that  dying  blood  of  thine, 

Is   biead  of  life,  is  heav'nly  wine.] 

4  [Is  he  a  tree  ?   The  world  receives 
Salvation  from  his  healing  leaves  : 

That  righteous  branch,  that  fruitful  bough, 
Is   David's   roo:  and   offspring  too.] 

5  [Is  he  a  rofe  ?    Not  Sharim  yields 
Such  fragrancy  in  all  her  fields  : 
Or  if  the  lily  he  affume, 

'The  Viilies  blefs  the  rich   perfume.] 

0  [Is  he  a  vine  ?    His  heav'nly   root 
Supplies  the  boughs  with  life  aud  fruit; 

O  let  a   lafting   union  join 

My  foal    to  Ckrifi  the  living  vine  !] 

1  [Is  he  the  head  ?   Each  member  i    es, 

owns  the  vital  pow';s  he  gii  s  ; 
The  faints  beloW,  and  faints  a r-.-e', 
Jom'd  by  his  Spirit  and  his  love,  j 


3. 1.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

I  [Is  he  a  fountain  ?  There  I  bathe, 
And  heal  the  plague  of  fin  and  death  : 
pfhefe  waters  all  my  foul  tenew, 
And  cleanfe  my  fpotted  garments  too.  \ 
f  Is  he  a  fire  ?  He'll  purge  my  drofs  : 

I  But  the  true  gold  fuftaius  no  lois; 
Like  a  refiner  fhall  he  fit, 
And  tread  the  refufe  with  his  feet.J 

o  [Is  he  a  rock  ?  How  firm  he  proves  ! 
The  rock  of  ages  never  moves  : 
Yet  thefweet  it  reams  that  from  him  flow 
Attend  us  all  the  dei'art  through.] 

i  [Is  he  a  way  ?    He  leads  to  God, 
The  path  is  drawn  in  lines  of  blood  ; 
There  would  I  walk  with  hope  and  zeal 
'Till  I  arrive  at  Sion'i  hill,] 

2  [Is  he  a  door?   I'll  enter  in; 
Behold  ihepaftures  laigeand  green; 
A  paradife  divinely  fair, 
Nonebufhe  lheep  havefreedom  there.] 

3 Tlshe  defign'd  a  corne<  Hone, 
For  men  to  build  their  heav'n  upon  ? 
I'll  make  him  my  foundation  oo, 
Nor  fear  the  plots  of  hell  below.] 

4  [Is  he  a  temple  ?  I  adore 

Th'  indwelling  majefty  and  pow'r  ; 
And  ftiil  to  his  mod  holy  piace 
Whene'er  I  pray,   I  turn  my  face.] 

5  [Is  he  a  (far?   He  breaks  the  night, 
Piercingthe'fhads  .vith  dawning  light? 
1  know  his  glories  from  aiar, 

I  kti£W  the  bight,the  morning  (tar.] 

6  [Is  he  a  fun  ?  His  hearm  are  grace, 
His  courie  is  joy  and  nghteou  nefs  : 
Nations  rejoice  wh>.  n  he  appears 

To  chafe  i  heir  cruris  and  dry  tr.eir  tsars.] 
.7  [O  let  me  climb  thofe  highei  flcies, 
Where  dorms  and  darknefs  never  rife  ; 


94  HYMNS    AND 

There  he  difplays  his  pow'rs  abroad, 

And.fhinesand  reigns  incarnate  God.] 
|8  Nor  earth,  nor  feas,  nor  {un,  nor  ftars, 

Nor  heav'n  his  full  refemblanGe  bears; 

His  beauties  we  can  never  trace, 

'Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face. 

HYMN  14?.     Long  Metre. 
The  names  and  titles  of  Chrift,  from  fevcral  fcript\  \ 
%    r  >np IS  from  the  trealure  of  his  word 
«-  I  bonow  titles  for  my  Loid; 

Nor  art,  nor  nature  can  fupply 

Sufficient  foims  of  raajeftjr. 

jj  Bright  image  of  the  Father's  face, 
Shining  with  und'.minifh'd  rays; 
TV  eternal  God's  eternal  Son, 
The  heir  and  part'ner  of  his  throne.] 

3  The  King  of  Kings,  the  Lord  mod  High, 
Writes  his  own  name  upon  his  thigh, 
He  wears  a  garment  dipt  in  blood, 
And  breaks  the  nations  with  his  rod. 

4  Where  grace  ran  neither  melt  nor  move} 
The  Lamb  lefents  his  injur'd  love, 
Aw3k.es  his  wrath  without  delay, 
And  Judah's  lion  tears  the  prey. 

K  But  wnen  for  works  of  peace  he  comes* 
What  winning  ti;les  he  affumes  ! 
Light  of  the  uior/d,  and  lift  of  men  i 
Nor  bears  thofe  characters  in  vain. 

5  With  tender  pity  in  his  heart, 
Be  acls  the   Mediator's  part; 
A  friend  and  brother  he  appeals, 
And  well  fulfils  the  name  he  wears. 

7  At  length  the  .]"dge  his  throne  afcends,, 
Divides  tn<'  rebels  from  his  friends, 
And    faints  in  full  fruition  proV<? 
His  rich  variety  of  love, 


V 
£,  I,        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  9$ 

HYMN  105.     Particular  Metre, 
The  fame  as  the  cxlvinth  Pfalm, 
j    rX  T  71  THcheeiful  voice  I  fihg. 
L  VV     The  titles  of  my  Lord* 
And  borrow  all  the  names 
9    Of  honour  from  his  word  % 
Nature  and  art 
Can  ne'er  fupply 
Sufficient  forms 
Of  majefty. 
&   In  Jefus  we  behold 

His  Father's  glorious  face. 
Shining  for  ever  bright 
With  mild  andloveiy  rays* 
1  h'  eternal  God's. 
Eternal  Son 
Inherits  and 
Partakes  the  throne,  j 

3  The  fov* reign  King  of  Kings^ 
The  Lord  of  Lords  molt  high. 
Writes  his  own  name  upon 
His  garment  and  his  thigrjj 

His  name  iscail'd 
The  zvord  of  God, 
He  rul  s  the  earth 
With  iron  rod. 

4  Where  promifes  and  grafie 
Can  neither  melt  or  move, 
The  angry  lamb  refents 
The  injuries  of  his  love  ; 

Awakens  his  wrath 

Without  delay. 

As  lions  roar, 

And  tear  the  prey. 
£  But  when  for  works  of  ptace 
The  great  Redeemer  comesj 
What  gentle  ch^ra&eis, 
What  titles  he  affumes! 


UYMNS  AND 

Light  of  the  wot  id, 

And  lift  of  men  ; 

Nor  wiii  he  hear 

Thofe  names  in  vain. 
6  Immenfe  companion  reign: 
In  our  Immanuel'%  heart, 
When  he  defcended  to  aft 
A  Mediator's  part,    * 

He  is  a  friend. 

And  brother  too ; 

Divinely  kind? 

Divinely  true. 

t  length  the  Lord,  the  Judge, 
His  awful  thrune  afcends, 
And  r. rives  the  rebels  far 
Fl oits  favourites  and  friends. 

'x  hen  lhah  the  laints 

Completely  prove 

The  heights  and  depths 

Of  all  his  love. 

H  Y  M  N     149.     Long  Meire. 
The  offices  of  Ch  ritt  .from fever  aljctiptu  r«K 

1  TOi  M  all  the  names  of  love  and  pow'r 
^J     T.i^i.  ever  men  or  angels  hi 

All  are  too  mean   10  'pea«  his  worth, 
Aud  rt-  Jmmanuel'*  glory  forth. 

2  But  O  what  condescending  ways 
He  trfk.es  to  tr  ach  his  heav'nlv  grace  ! 
M\  eves  with   j  »y  and  wonder 
Wha   foimsol  bears  to  me. 

3  [1  he  Avgel  "/  the  cov'nant  ftand» 

Wit  1  ■  is  co     sn  •'.  hands, 

Scnifiom  hi     I 

To  rn-ke  ihe  -    n.J 

4  [Grea     Pr<_>pket\  let  m-   !  ;;  .    h     name; 
iJv  iner  tne  joyful     cl  ngscame 

Of  wraJi  appeas'd       :  firjj  so'giv'n, 
Of  hell  lubau'd,  aud  ^eace  with  heav'n. 


I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

My  biight  example,  and  my  guide  * 
would  be  walking  near  thy  fide: 
let  me  never  run  affray, 
|\Tor  follow  the  forbidden  way! 

love  my  Shepherd,  he  fhall  keep 
kly  wand'ring  foul  amongft  his  fheep; 
He  feeds  his  flocks,  he  calls  their  names, 
|\.nd  in  his  bofopi  bears  the  lambs.] 
My  Surety  undertakes  my  caufe, 
^nfw'ring  his  Father's  broken  la vvs  : 
lehold  my  loul  at  freedom  fet, 
[y  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt.] 
Jefui  my  great  High  Pfiejl,  has  dy'd 
'  feek  no  facrifke  befide; 
-lis  blood  did  onceioi  al!  arone, 
\nd  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne.] 
My  advocate  appears  on  high, 
'he  Father  lays  his  thunder  by; 
•slot  all  the  earth  or  hell  can  fay 
■jhall  turn  my  Father's  heart  away. 
[My  Lord,  my  Corqu'ror  and  my  King, 
hy  fceptre,  and  thy  ("word  I  fing  ; 
"nine  is  the  \ic~t*ry,  and  I  fit 
joyful  fubjeft  at  thy  feet.] 
f  Afpire,  my  foul,  to  glorious  deeds, 
lie  Captain  offalvation  leads  : 
[larch  on,  nor  tear  to  win  the  day, 
^hough  death  and  hell  obftru&the  way.) 
IfShould  dqtfth  ar.d  hell  and  pow'rs  uuknowa- 
rut  all  their  ;orms  of  mi  (chief  on; 
lhal!  be  fafe;  for  Chrijl  difplays 
ilvation  in  more  lov'reign  ways.] 

H  Y  M  N     ijo.     Particular  Mst-va. 

The  fame  as  the  cxl-.iiiih  Plaint. 

j©!N  all  the  g'orious  names 
Ot  wiirion),  love,  and  po  Wr, 


97 


HYMNS  AND 

Tl.at  ever  mortals  knew, 
That  angels  ever  bore  : 

Ail  are  too  mean 

To  fpeak  his  worth, 

Too  mean  to  fee 

My  Saviour  l'oith. 
.  O  what  gentle  term*, 

•  yPhat  condefcending  wajs 

•   Ti  our  Redeemer  ufe, 
To  ieach  hisheav'nly  grace! 
Mine  eyes  with  jo/ 
And  wonder  fee 
What  forms  oflove 
He  bsars  for  me. 
S  [A-rn;v;d  la  moitalflefh, 
•  He  like  an  angel  ftands, 
And  holds  the  promifes 
And  pardoDS  in  his  hand: 
Commimon'd  from 
Hjs  Father's  throne  ; 
To  make  his  grace 
To  mortals  known.] 
t  {Great.  Prophet  of  ny  God, 
My  tongue  would  blefs  thy  nan 
By  thee  the.  joyful  news 
Of  our  falvation  came  ; 

The  joyful  pew* 
'  Of  fins  forgiv'n 
•   Of  hell  fund u'd,. 

•  '  .    And  peace  with  heavY.. 
>  f  Be  thou  my  cwflfellor, 

M  y  pattern  and  my  guide :  • 
*\nS  through  this  delart  land 
Still  keep  me  near  thy  face.     • 

Olct  my  feet    0  e»  ' 

Ne'er  run  afi.av, 
'   tyor-  rove  no;  feck 

•The  crooked*way ! 


6  rUcve  my /hepherd's  voice 
H»s  watchful  eyes  fhallkefn 
%?d'ringfouJamon^P 

•  JJe  feeds  his  flock,  . 


§9 


He  calls  their  names. 
«is  bofom  bears 
-   r  ,/he  tender  lambs.} 

h!      !•  commitrnycaufe5 
«*  anfwer.  and  fulfils      ' 

Hl^at;\er,^rokenlaws. 
behold  my  foul 
At  freedom  fet  ! 
My  Surety  paid 
,       /he  dreadful  debt.]    . 
'  MUS>my  g^at  High  Priefi  \ 
Oifer'dhls  blood  and  dy'd' 

Mygu,ty^nfciencef  yd' 

Nou.fac«fobefide 
5"  P°w'rful  blood 
"id  once  a' one  ; 
And  now  it.  pJead3 

>  rut     j    the  thro"e.l 

/»n  .  fatr,er  bows  his  ears 

JJ«t  all  that  hell      Y 
Or  fin  can  fay, 

^^nhishbart, 
«i*  love  away  7 

Thy  reipnir  " -^  ^rd, 

ThLegrfhfaCel^' 


n 


HYMNS  AND 

In  willing  bands 
Beneath  thy  feet. 
,INow  let  tny  foul  arue, 
W  tread  the  umpteen, 

My  Obtain  leads ;  me  to?* 
Tocooqueffaodacrowv. 

A  feeble  faint 
Shal  win  the  day 
Though  death  and 

ObiUufti  the  way. 

Qt  ra4e  and  tmfchief  on  , 
I  Swll  be  We. 
Tor  Cfer^  difplays 
Superior  pow'r 
And  guat^an  g**t 


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SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


composed    i 

Nor  ai?.™  £ ^  and  tCiSiJ^  fi"«' 

s[Beg,n,omak£h.  P^e. 

^f«apH,hat/;   8°r«lnoH-„, 

June  your  harps  hi„h    '  rfV      J"e: 

w«  fog  h*C  ™";^d  ■**  •»  •«** 

2  a 


HYMNS  AND  S-U 

'Thefeweftem  Chores,  our  native  land, 

Oar  foe    of  vid'ry  dream  ill  vain, 
And  wear  the  captivattngcUm.] 

Shakes  an  aCpirmg  tyrant  do%      J 
.rPiUarsof  \aftingbrafspro#Uim 
7  pillars  <ji  e      eternal  name  ; 

LThe triumphs  of  th  etc :  fK 

While  trembling ;  tatiotw  re 
The  honours  or  the  l,oa  or  vvj 

H  V  M  N     ».    Common  Metre. 

J&  Dw«A  q/"  *finner' 
-ffv  oughts  on  awful  fubjefts  roll, 
M-Damnat.onand  the  Dead; 
Whi  Errors  feize  the  gmlty  foul 

i^^oTw^dW, 
Death  fweeps  the  wretch  away. 
•  lT£ ;    fwlft  and  dreadful,  fhe  defcends 

•        Down  to  the  fiery  coaft, 
Amongfi  abominable  fiends, 

Herfelf  a  frighted  ghoft. 
4  There  endlefs  crouds  of  finners  he, 

4  And  darknefs  makes  their  chams . 


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6 


ft         SPIRITUAL  SONGS 

Tortus  Wnh  keen  def pair  they  cry, 
Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains.       >      7' 

No'»"  their  anguifli  and  their  blood 
Tor  their  old  guile  atones, 

clS06  cornPaffion  of  a  God 
ohall  hearken  to  the-r  groans. 
Amazing  grace,  that  kept  my  breath 

Al  V^lMrn'd  my  Saviour's  death, 
And  well  mfur'd  his  love! 


ro3 


I 


HYMN     3.     Condon  Metre 
^  ^  and burid Qja  ^.^ 

"I*\1U   ,  I    ftaKeat  death's  alarms?, 
To  call  them  to  his  anns, 

To  keep  u    f'o  l?  he  Tur>  mor~  ««* 
Wl      n.     V  .  m   our  iove. 

TyhethldrWe  trCmb!e 'convey 

Th  b?fStothe  tomb?       > 

And  iliow'd  our  feet  trt     g  * 


I 


lo4  HYMNS  AND  »*.«.    i 

HYMN     4.    Long  Metre. 
Salvation  in   the  crofs, 

1  T  TERE  at  tny  crofs'  my  a>lns  Go(1* 
Jfl   1  lay  my  foul  beneath  thy  love, 
Beneath  the  dippings  of  thy  blood, 

Jefus,  nor  (hall  it  e'er  lemove.  ^ 

2  Not  all  that  tyrants  think  or  fay, 
With  rage  and  lightning  IQ  their  ayes  ; 
Nor  he  11  fhall  fright  my  heart  away, 
Should  hell  with  all  its  legions  ide. 

3  Should  worlds  conspire  to  drive  me  thence, 

3  Mrvclefsand  firm  thu  heart  Ihcu.d  l.e  , 
Refdv'd  (for  that's  my  lafl .defence) 

If  Imuftperith,  there  to  die. 

4  But  fpeak,  my  Lord    and  cairn  my  fear  ; 
*  Am  1  not  fate  beneath  thy  fhade  ? 

Thy  vengeance  will  nofftuke  me  here, 

#£  Satin  dare  my  foul  invade. 
R  Yes    I'm  fecur*  bereath  thy  blood. 
5  And  all  my  foes  nialllofe  their  a>m; 

Hofaona  to  my  dying  God, 

And  ir.y  belt  honours  to  his  name. 

HYMN     .5-     Long  Metre. 

^^"^^thh^naerroU, 

•  ?^£^& 

«  My  pafiions  rife  and  foar  above 
3  I'm  wine'd  with  faith,  and  fit  d  *>th 
lm  w"t>  „  w  cteroal  thing* 

Tain  won >a  I  re=.cn  cie  » 
Wlearoth*  notes  that  :G*q|  W 


J|r 


B.  ».        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  : 

4  For'  S'?^  ^  t0W*  —Plains 
An/     r     u  ^mortal  (trains; 

MuO  rail  belo,v  thy  victories. 

5  M1'  t]lenkind  fcinuti:  muft  appear, 
i&fMl  leave  thtfe  bodies  here- 

J  ^       To  Wn  25  r°  Clays  :ind  mount  <*  hig^ 
*  o  join  tj.e  fongs  above  the  %.  5 

H  Y  M   y    6.     Coma/on  Metre. 

OA  Morning  Song. 
NCE  more,  my  fou!,  the  ri&*  dav 
S^testhy  Waking  eye,-:      ffda}» 
Once  more ,  my  voice  thy  tribute  Pay 
io  him  that  rolls  the  fkies 

2   IV!fil^t0ni^thi^ame  repeats, 
l  he  day  renews  the  found, 
Vl^ae  as  the  heav^onwhich'hei; 
Tj^n  the  fefbns  round! 

3   rishef)pp  mortal 

Thyjua.cc  might  h^croflr'dmedead 
But  mereyheld  thine  habd  ' 

fe  Arftoafand  wretched  fouls'  are  flea 

And  yet  thou  lengrh'neft  out  my  tht&A 
*   -^»d  vet  my  moments  run.l  ' 

f  wSr  !et-a,i  V  --^eihme, 

•■'■'    I  enj,y  the  light;        .         ' 
A:'-   b"Pg,a  pjeafarw  niobt  ' 

Ar\     '■   C^«10^  Metre, 


IC! 


IikP  hoi    •       '       ^y^eni 

x^'Ke  holy  inceme  rir»; 


02 


to6  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

Affift  the  offerings  of  my  tongue, 
To  reach  the  lofty  flues. 
a  Thiough  alUhe  dangers  of  the  day, 
Thy  haad  was  ftiU  my  guard; 
And  Ml  to  drive  my  wanu  away 
Thy  mercy  ftood  prepar  d. 
o  Perpetual  bleffings  from  above 
°       Incompafs  me  around  ; 

ButO,  how  few  returns  of  love, 
Hath  my  Creator  founa. 
.  What  have  1  done  for  him  that  dy  d 
*       To  fave  my  wretched  loui  f 
How  are  my  follies  multiply  d, 

Faft  as  the  mmutes  roll  t 
.Lord,  with  thi.  guilty  heart  of  mine 
5       To  thv  dear  crois  I  flee, 

AndtothygracemyAoulrehgn, 

Toberenew'dbythee. 
6Snnnkledafrelh  with  pard'mng  blood, 

1  I  lav  me  down  to  reit, 

As  in  the  embraces  of  my  -od, 

"    Or  on  my  Saviour's  brealt. 

HYMN    8.    Common  Metre. 

A  Hymn  for  Morning  or  Evening. 

x   r  TOSANNA,  with  »^u^7nd' 
"    H      To  God's  upholding  hand  I 
ten  thoufandinares  attend  us  round, 

And  yet  fccure  we  ftand.     _ 
-   That  was  a  moft  amazing  powr 

Thatrais'duswithaword, 
And  everyday  and  ev'ry  hour, 

We  lean  upon  the  1  or  a. 
.  Theev'ningreftscrrw^ryhcau-, 
d   And  angels  guard  the  room;. 
We  wake  and  we  admire  the  bed 

That  vis  not  made  our  tomb. 


B.  II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         l0? 

That  we  fhall  end  the  day' 

For  death /lands  ready  at  the 'door, 
Tofe.zeourhvesaway. 

5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  fin 

'   \xt  ^a's  revenging  law  ; 

V.eownthygrace,imrn5rtalKi 

hi  ev'ry  gafp  we  draWt  «' 

6  God  is  our  fun,  whofe  daily  liaht 
Our  joy  and  fafety  brings  ;        ° 

Our  feeble  flefh  lies  fafc  at  night 
Beneath  his  fhady  wings. 

HYMN    9.     Common  Metre, 
Goclyforrou,  anfng  from  the  Sufferings  cfChnll 

1    A     aV  /n,d  did  mv  Saviour  bleed  i 
wZ  iTu   °,d  d,dinySov'reign  die? 
vVould  he  devote  that  facred  head 
-tor  fuch  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  [Thy  body  flain,  fweet  &/&,:  thine 

Andc.athMin.tsownbfo^,     "      ' 
.Vh,leaiexposM  to  wrath  dzvine, 
i  he  glorious  fuff'rer  flood ']  ' 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 
rJegroan/d.,ponthetree? 

Ainazmg  p,ty  J  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  deg.ee  ' 

|        * Ud' hu, th»s  glories  in, 

for  man,  the  creature's  fm. 

Hh.lehls  dear  crofs  appear  g 
^lidmeh  mine  eres  in  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  tears  can  ne'er  fepav 
1  b£  debt  of  l0ve  t  Qwc     e'  f€Pay 


jrcB  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

Here.  Lord,  I  give  mvfelf  away, 
-Tis  all  that  1  can  do. 

HYMN    10.     Common  Metre. 
,  farting  tvitkeorntf.  joys- 

i  ,  tv  JT  Y  foul  i'oi  fakes  her  vain  delight 
JV1     And  bids  the  world  racewei  i 
Bafe  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  lcet, 

And  mifchicvous  as  hell. 
a   No  longer  will  1  afk  your  love, 
Nor  feekvcuriV.o.dihip  more; 

The  happinefs  that  I  approve 
Lies  not  within  your  pow'r. 
o  There's  nothing  round  this  fpac.ous  cartn 

That  fuits  my  large  dcin  e  ;  _ 
Toboundlefs  joy  and  lonci  mi:th 

My  nobler  thoughts  afpire. 
4  [Where  pleafure  rolls  its  living  Hood, 

From  fm  and  d»fs  icfin'd, 
Still  fpringing  from  the  th.one  of  God, 

And  fit  to  cheer  the  mind. 
c  TV  Almighty  ruler  of  the  fpUrr, 

The  elorious  and  the  great, 
Enr,Rs  his  own  Allfufficier.ce  there, 

To  make  our  bids  complete.  J 
6  Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
I'd  climb  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
There  fits  my  Saviour  dreft  in  love, 
And  there  my  fouling  God. 

HYMN     II.    Long  Metre. 
The  fame. 


'I 


SEND- the  joys  of  earth  away  : 
Away  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
■TalfeasthefmoothdcceuittUca, 
And  empty  as  the  whittling  wind. 
2  You.  ftreami  were  floating  me  along, 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  defr 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         109  J 

And  whifl.  I  liilen'd  co  your  fori", 
Yoiirftreams  had  e*en  convey'd  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchlefs  grace, 
That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyfs  ; 
That  drew  me  fromthofe  treach'rous  feas, 
^nd  bid  me  feek  fuptrior  blifs. 

4  Now  to  the  fhining  rea'ms  above 

I  ftretch  my  hands  and  glance  my  eyes  ; 
O  foi  the  pinions  oi  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  fk;er  ! 
.5  There  from  the  bofom  of  my  God 
Oceans  of  endlefs  pleafure  roil  ; 
There  would  I  fix  my  la  ft  abode, 
And  drown  the  forrdws  of  my  foul, 

HYMN     12.     Comiron  Metre. 
Chrift  is  thefubftance  of  the  Levitical pricfiheod. 

1  r~§~y*-2  true  Mrjjiah  now  appears, 

J.      The  types  are  all  withdrawn  ; 
So  fly  the  fnadows  and  the  ftais 
Before  the  rifing  dawn. 

2  No  fmoking  fweets,  nor  bleeding  lambs. 
Nor  kid  nor  bullock  flain  :  ° 

Incenfe  and  fP:ce  of  coftly  names 
Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 

3  Aaron  muft  lay  his  robes  away, 
His  mitre  and  his  veft, 

When  God  himfdf  comes  down  to  be 
The  off 'ring  and  the  prieft. 

4  He  took  our  mortal  flefh  to  fhew 
The  wrndcrs  of  his  love  ; 

For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 
And  prays  for  us  above. 

5  Father,  he  cries,  forgive  their  fins, 
For  I  myfelf  have  dy'd  ; 

And  then  he  fhows  his  open'd  veins, 
And  pleads  his  wounded  fide. 


HtMNSAND  B.H. 

^t  aTl  the  nauons  found  hup-fe 
And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  ^me 

Made  ev'ry  drop  and  eV;y^^heeiSi 

Mature  and  f.tne,  ^un?.\V  a 
And  pufthem  into  «no«on ,6  It- 
Nowf.omhUh^hxmpenaU^ 
Helookstar  down  upon  the  fphere., 

He  bids  the  fhimng  oA«  ~U  <>n^ 
And  round  he  turns  the  haft>  years. 

.rhusWthismov^gengmelaa 

4  Till  all  his  faints  are  gather  a  in, 
Theofor  the  t,u«ipci'.  dreadful  blaft 

t£  (V»Ae  it  all  to  cuft  again. 

To  Ih-Ke  w«u '  o  & 

e  Ye'  when  the  iound  man  ie«.i  i 

HYMN     14-  ■  Sn0,t  M    ! 

..   «7ELCOME,  fweel  day  of  «it, 
W    That  Uv/  the  Lord  anfe,        - 
Welcome  to- his  reviving  breau, 
And  thefe  rejoicing  eyes. 

r  The  King  himfelf  comes  near, 
^ndfeaRs  his  fains  to-day. 

I,  fweete^tltan  ten  thoali    - 

Of  plea  durable  fin.  * 


Bill.       SPIRITUAL  SGNGSi  hi 

4  My  willing  foul  would  flay 
In  fuch  a  frame  as  this, 
And  fit  and  fing  hrrfelf  awav, 
To  evcrlailing  blifs. 

II  Y  M   N     15.     Long  Metre. 
The  enjoyment  t/Chrift  :  Or,   delight  in  iccr, 

1  T?AR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  worid  b^gorne, 
Jl     Let  my  religious  h©urs  alone  : 

Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  fee, 
I  wait  a  vifitJLord  from  thee, 

2  My  heart  frbws  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  defue  : 
Come,  my  dear  Jejui  from  above, 

And  feed  my  foul  with  heav'nly  love. 

3  fThe  trees  of  life  immortal  ftand 

In  beauteous  row s  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  in  fweet  murmurs  by  their  fide, 
Rivers  of  blifs  perpetual  glide. 

4  Hafte  then,  but  with  a  fmiling  face, 
And  fpread  the  table  of  thy  grace  : 
Brino-  down  a  talle  of  tiuth  divine, 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  fecred  wine,  j 

k  Blefs'd   7efusf  what  delicious  fare, 
How  fwect  thy  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  tafte  above 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 

6   Hail,  great  Lnmanuel,  all  divine  ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  fhine  : 
Thou  brighteft,  fweeteft,  faireft  One, 
That  eyes  have  itc.";  or  angels  known. 

K  Y  M  N    J  6.     Long  Me*  re. 
Part  the  fecond. 
I    T    ORD,  what  heav'n  of  laving  grace, 
\  a  Shines  thro'  the  beauties  of  thy  face, 
And  lights  our  pafffons  to  a  flame  ! 
Lord,  how  we  love  thy  chaining  naf«u?. 


H2  HYMNS   AND  -B.  II. 

<?  When  I  can  fav  my  God  h  mine, 

When  lean  fee!  thy  glories  fhine, 

I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  lect' 

An.'  all  the  earth  c»Us  good  or  great'. 
q  While  fuch  a  fcene  of  facred  joys, 
"  Oar  isptur'd  eyes  and  lonls  employe, 

Ikr.;  we  could  fa  an;,  gaze  away, 

A  long,  and  evet  lading  day 

4  Well  we  ihall  quickly  pafs  the  night, 
To  the  fair  coait  of  pettett  light  ; 
Then  ftiatl  our  joyful  fenfes  rove 
O'er  the  dear  otvjeft  cf  our  love. 

5  [There  we  (hall  drink  full  drrugbts  of  blifs, 
And  piuck  new  life  from  heav'nly  trees  i 
Yet  now  and  th--n,  dear  Lord,  bellow 

A  drop  ol  heav'n  on  worms  below. 

6  Send  comforts  down  froth  thy  right  hand, 
While  we  pafs  thro'  this  barren  land; 
And  in  thy  temple  let  ns  fee 

A  glimpfe  of  love,  a  giimpfe  of  Thee.] 

H  Y  M  N     27.     Common  Metre. 
God'.<  eternity. 

t    T%  ISE.  rife,  my  fou!,  and  leave  the  ground  , 
1A.     Stretch  ill  thy  thought  abroad, 
And  roufe  up  ev'ry  tuneful  found 
To  praiie  th'  eternal  God. 
2  Long  e'er  the  lofty  fkieo  were  fpreaa, 
Jehpvah  fiils  his  throne  ; 
Or  /'dam  form'd,  or  angels  made, 

Jehovah   iv"'-1  ijone* 
!!  is  years  can  ne'er  decreafc,  ' ', 

But  itill  maintain  their  prime  ; 
Eternity's  his  dwelling  place, 
And  ever  is  his  time. 
4  While  like  a  tide  our  minutes  floWj 
The  pre  lent  and  tne  pail, 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         113 

He  fills  his  own  immortal  NOW, 
And  fees  our  age»  w»fte. 

5  The  fea  and  (ley  muft  perifla  too, 

And  vail  deUru&ion  come  5 
The  creatures,  look  !  how  o'd  they  grow, 
And  wail  their  fi'ry  doom. 

6  Well,  let  the  fea  fhrink  all  away, 

And  flame  melt  down  the  Ikies, 
My  God  (hall  live  an  endlefs  day, 
When  old  creation  dies. 

HYMN     18      Long  Metie, 
The  miniflry  of  angtls 
\    T _T  IGH  on  a  hill  of  dazzling   light 
X  1      The  King  of  glory  fpreads  his  feat, 
And  troops  of  angels,  ftretch'd  for  flight, 
"S'.afcd  waiting  round  his  awful  feet. 

2  Go,  faith  the  Lord,  my  Gabriel  go, 
Salute  the  Virgin's  fruitf.l  womb  ; 
Make  hafle  ye  cherubs  down  below, 
Sing  and  proclaim  the  Saviour's  come, 

3  Here  a  bright  fquadron  leaves  the  fides. 
And  thick  around   Elijha  fbnds  ; 
Anon   a  heav'nly  foldier  flies, 

And  breaks  the  chains  from  Peter's  hands. 

4  Thy  winged  troops,  O  God  of  hofts, 
Wait  on  thy  wand 'ring  church  below  ; 
Here  we  are  failing  to  thy  coafts, 

Let  angels  be  our  convoy  too. 
.5  Are  they  not  all  thy  fervants,  Lord  ? 
At  thy  command  they  go  and  come  % 
With  cheerful  hafte  obey  thy  word, 
And  guard  thy  children  to  their  home, 
HYMN     to,*     Common  Metre. 
Our  frail  bodies,  and  Gos>  our   {jrtjfexner* 
1    T    ET  others  boaft  how  ftrong  they  be, 
JL-4     Nor  death  nor  danger  fear  ; 


U4  HYMNS  AND  B.  I] 

But  we'll  confefs,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 
What  feeble  things  we  aie. 

2  F.efh  as  the  giafs  our  bodies   fbnd, 

And  flouri-fh  bright  and  gay; 
A  blafting  wind  iweeps  o'er  the  land 
And  fades  the  giafs  away. 

3  Our  fife  contains  a  thoufand  fprings, 

And  dies  if  one  be   gone; 
Strange  !  that  a  harp  of  thoufand  firings 
Should    keep  in  tune  fo  long. 

4  But  'tis  our  God  fupports  our   frame, 

The  God  that   built   us  firft  ; 

Salvation  to   th'   Almighty  name, 

That  rear'd-ps  from  the  duff. 

5  [He  fpoke,  and  ftrait  our  hearts  and  brains, 

In    all  their  motions   rofe  ; 
Let  blood,  laid  he,  flow  round  the  veins  ; 
And   round  the    veins  it  flows. 
S  While  wc  have  breath  to  ufe  our  tongues, 
Our  Maker  We'll  adore; 
His  fpirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs, 
Or  they  would  breithe  no"  more.] 
HYMN     20     Common  Metre. 
Backfiiiings  and    returns;   Or,  the  inconjlancy   of  our 
love. 

1    \!\7HY  *•  my  heart  f«  fer  from  thee, 
V  V       My  God,  my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day. 
With  th.ee   no  moie  by  night  f 
3  [Why  fhould  myfoolifk  pa&ons  ro\ 
Where  can  fuch  (wee!  net's  be, 
As  I  have  tailed  in  thy  love, 
As  I  have   found  in  thee  ? 
3  When  my  forgetful  foul  renews 
The  favour  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  prefumes  I  cannot  lofe 
The  relifh  all  my  days. 


,11.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        n> 

But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  pad, 
The  flatt'ring  world  employs 
Some  fenfual  bait  to  feize  my  taftc, 

And  to  pollute  my  joys. 
[Trifles  of  nature,  or  of  art, 

With  fair  deceitful  charms, 
Intrude  into  my  thoughtlefs  heart, 
And  thrutt  me  from  thy  arms,  j 
i  Then  I  repent  and  vex  my  foul, 
That  I  fhculd  leave  thee  fo  ; 
Where  will  thofe  wild  affections  roll 

That  let  a  Saviour  go  ? 
flin's  promised  joys  are  turn'd  to  pain. 

And  T  am  drown'd  in  grief; 
But  mv  dear  Lord  returns  again, 
He  flies  to  my  relief: 
J  Seizing  my  foul  with  fweet  furprue, 
He  draws  with  loving  bands  ; 
Divine  compalTion  in  his  eyes, 
And  pardon  in  his  hands.] 
j  [Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus, 
In  chafe  of  fa  be  delight ! 
Let  me  be  faften'd  to  thy  crofs, 
Rather  than  lofe  thy  fight.] 
10  [Make  hafte  my  days  to  reach  the  goal, 
And  bringmy  heart  to  reft, 
On  the  dear  centre  of  my  fo  ul, 
My  God,  my  Saviour's  breaft,] 

HYMN     21.     Long  Metre. 
AJirn  of  praife  to  God  the  Redeemer. 
i|    ET  the  old  heathens  tune  their  fong 
•*■■*  Of  great  Diana  and  of  Jove  ; 
But  the  fweet  theme  that  moves  my  tongue* 
Is  my  redeemer  and  bis  love. 
a  Behold  a  God  defcendsand  dies, 
r'-.'ofayemy  foul  from  gaping  hell ; 


n6  HYMNS  AND  I 

How  the  black  guljjh  where  Satan  Kes, 
Yawn'd  to  receive  me  when  I  fell ! 

3  How  jaftiee  frown 'd,.  and  vengeance  flood, 
-To  drive  me  down  to  endlefs  pain  ! 

But  the  great  Son  propos'd  his  blood, 
-And  heav'.ily  wrath  grew  mild  again. 

4  Infinite  Lover,  gracious  I  ord, 
To  thee  he  endlefs  honours  giv'n  ; 
Thy  v  ond'rous  name  fhall  be  ador'd, 
Round  the  wide  earth  and  wider  heav'n. 

HYMN      22.     Long  Metre. 
With  God  is  terrible  najefly. 
i   r"pERRIBLE  God  that  reign'a  on  high, 
A     How  awful  is  thy  thund'ring  hand ; 
Thy  fiery  bolts  how  fierce  they  fly  ! 
Nor  can  all  earth  or  hell  withitand, 
a  Tnis  the  old  rebel  angels  knew, 
.  W  Satan  fell  beneath  thy  frown  ; 
Thine  arrows  ffsuckthe  trairor  through 
And  weighty  vengeance  funk  him  dowu. 

3  This  Stdom  felt,  and  feels  it  flill, 
And  roars  beneath  th'  eternal  load  : 
With  endlefs  burning  who  can  dwell, 
Or  bear  the  Jury  of  a  Cod  P 

4  Tremble  ye  Tinners  and  fubmit, 

Throw  down  your  arms  before  his  throne, 
Bend  your  heads  low  beneath  his  feet, 
Or  hisftrong  hand- fhall  crufh  you  down. 
6  And  ye,  bleft  faints,  that  love  him  too, 
With  rev'rence  bow  before  his  name  ; 
Thus  all  the  heav'nly  fervants  do  : 
God  is  a  bright  and  burning  flame. 

H  Y  M  N     23.     Long  Metre. 
ThefghtofGoD  and Chrift  in  heaven. 
1  T"\E!5CEND  *rom  heav'n  immor'aJ  Dove, 
J^J  Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wings' 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  117 

&id  mount,  and  bear  us  far^>ove 
>e  reach  of  thefe  inferior  tRTngs ; 
yond,  beyond  this  lower  fky, 
>  where  eternal  ages  roll, 
here  folid  plea'ures  never  die, 
id  fruits  immortal  feaft  the  torn!. 
for  a  fight,  a  pleasant  fight 
1  our  Almigh'.y  Father's  throne  !  _ 
lere  firs  our  Saviour  crown'd  with  h^nt, 
oth'd  in -a  body  like  our  own. 
loiincr  faints  around  him  fland, 
i»d  thrones  and  pow'rs  before  nun  taU  ; 
-ie  God  fhines  gracious  thro'  the  man, 
nd  fheds  fweet  glories  on  them  all. 
what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 
7hile  to  their  golden  harps  they  Lng, 
nd  fu  on  ev'ry  heav'nly  hill, 
nd  fpread  the  tiiumpln.  of  then  King! 
f  hen  fhall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 
hat  I  fhall  mount  to  dwell  above, 
nd  ftand  and  bow  amongft  'em  there, 
nd  view  thy  face,  and  ling,  and  love  ? 
H  Y  M  N  24.    Long  Metre. 
le  evil  6/ fin  vifible  in  the  fall  of  angels  a?  J  mm. 
[  T  THEN  the  great  Builder  arch'd  the  fk-.es, 
V  V     And  forrn'd  all  nature  with  a  woi  d, 
"he  joyful  cherubs  tun'd  his  praife, 
\nd  ev'ry  bending  throne  ador'd. 
Ugh  in  the  midft  of  all  the  throng, 
«ta«,  a  tall  archangel,  fat, 
\mongft  the  morning  ftars  he  fung, 
Till  fm  deftrcy'd  his  heav'nly  (late. 
'T  was  fin  that  hurl'd  him  from  his  throw?, 
Srov'iing  in  fire  the  rebel  lies ; 
Hew  art  thcu  funk  in  daiknfs  down, 
Son  of  the  corning,  jrm  the  Jhxei  ' 


" ,<&      -         HYMNS  AND  & 

:    And  thus  our  two  It  ft  parents  ftcod, 
I  ill  fin  dehTd  the  happy  place  ; 
,1  hey  loft  their  garden  and  their  God,1 
And  ruiu'd  all  their  unborn  race.] 
o  [So  fprung  the  gjague  hom  Adam's  bow'r, 
And  Iprtad  deftruclion  all  abroad 
Sin  the  curs'd  name!  that  in  one  hour, 
J>poil  d  fix  days  labour  of  a  God.] 

6~Juemrble'  my  foul»  and  mour"  for  arief. 
That  iuch  a  toe  fhouid  feize  thy  breaft  ■ 
jFiy  to  thy  Lord  for  quick  relief;  ' 

-  Oh  !  may  he  flay  this  treach'rous  gueft  • 
7   Then  to  thy  throne,  Viftorious  King, ' 
^      J  nen  to  thy  throne  our  fhouts  fliallnie 
i"  nine  everlasting  arm  we  fing 
For  fin,  the  monfter  bleeds  and  dies, 

HYMN     25!     Common  ty[£re. 

Complaining  of  Spiritual  Jlotk. 

*    TV/f  Y  irow(y  Pow'rs,  why  fleep  ye  fo  ? 
X>X_.  Awake  my  fluggifh  foul  1 
Nothmg  hjs  half  thy  work  to  do, 
•  .Yet  nothing's  half  fo  dull. 

2  The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain 

Labour,  and  lug,  and  flrive  : 
Yet  we  y,ho  have  a  heav'n  t'  obtain, 
How -negligent  we  live  ! 

3  We,  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  flanks, 

And  ftars  their  courfes  move, 
We,  for  whofe  guard  thejingel  bands    - 
Comj  flying  from  above 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 
*    And  labour'd  for  our  good; 

How  carelefs  to  fecifrealm  Grown 
.   tfepuichas'd  with  Kis  blopd! 

5  Lord,  fhall  we  lie  fo  fluggifh  ftill, 

And  never  aft  oar  parts ! 


A«M-riTM    SONGS.  "9     * 

And  fit,  ana  rDitUs  move, 

no  hands  01  '  .     pllici 

Wlllly  ana  take  the  p 

HV  MN     *6.    Long  Metre. 

r    O  R  D,  we  »«  W  «£' "  ht  abode  . 
0,tibeVcn,dacr«.u  oGod. 

T^Xu     beVondthefev, 

Inimite  iea»    rn,\  teians  alone,  . 

The  gfC*  Ktema  1  re  g       ^  %, 

Where  neither  w  u  g  throne# 

The  Lord  of  ^J^w  bright, 
OUe^^C01Thl  acred  feet 
Andlay^C™  of  gloomy  nigbt. 
Subftantial  beams  ot  g  J^  £y£S 

Yet,  glorious .Lord  ^>  g    f        aboVe  ; 

Look  through  and  cn«r  fl;es>    . 

Beyond  our  praife^jSr3 

^"-ad0r£'t  Long  Metre. 

w'oil  the  eternal  .w.«J       army  fear8, 
(^  That  the  whole  neaysi.raBnej 
Tha,  lbakesthew.de  c  eat 
La  Sa^n  trembles  wben^nts^ 

L^fSf««oSbUdwelUog  Place. 

A,ld  Ov^  fieVy  flames,  dec  are 


120  HYMNS  AND    *  B  l 

**  your  immortal  e^s  furvev 
The  beauties  of  your  &«••%■ 

?  fWh«  mighty  (C* f     T"  r°ra  b,lfs-l 
Were  hurl 'd  upon  "ut      E     0"  d  dart» 
What  devil     p°n."'c  "»'>»«  there' 

Firmly  vc  f> "  i"    ,  e  ""k'"g  f«  ; 

JWe V/  rich  "  ,'hc>'  were  I""  ! 

o  P™'  •       ,  glace  ltlat  kept  ve  ,'r,  1 

?  £tSy  fa?  from  ^- 

An,}       Ly,1,tant  nation  hear  • 

c  mci^is   bow  and  fear 
HTMN     a8.     Common  Met,,. 

^"^  W  Elernky 

AnH  ~    ,      gaiP,ng  ™orta]  lies 
And   pant,  away  hu  breath.         ' 
•    Hijouiv  ri„g  lip  ha         f    fa 

T^n    fptechlel.,  with  a  £fcfiil    „ 
S«  bids  the   wo.:Jd  ad,eu  fi*** 


%i,     spihi 

ut,  oh  the  foul  that 

At  once  it  leaves  the 
•e  thoughts  puvfueit  v,: 

And  track  its  wond  ious 
Jv  to  the  courts  where  angel* 

It  mounts  triumphant  there. 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hen, 

la  infinite  aefpair. 
And  mull  my  body  faint  and  die* 

And  muftthis  foul  remove? 
Oh,  for  fome  guardian  angel  nigh, 

To  bear  it  faie  above.  V 

7c fits,  to  thy  dearfaithful  hand, 
" J  Mv   naked  foul  I  trull ; 
And  my  flefl*'  waits  for  thy  command, 
To  drop  into  my  duft. 

HYMN    29.     Common  MetrCt 
Redemption  by  pike  and  power. 

JESUS    with  all  thy  faints  above, 
My  'tongue  would  bear  her  part, 
Would  found  aloud  thy  Caving  love, 
And  fing  thy  bleeding  heart. 
>  Blefs'd  be  the  Lamb,  my  deareft  Lord, 
Who   bought  me  with  his  olood, 
And  quench' d  his  Father's  flaming  fword 
In  his  o*n  vital  flood, 
o  The  Lamb  that  freed  my  captive  foul 
From  Satan's  heavy  chains, 
'/  fid  fent  the  lion  down  to  how), 
'  Where  hell  and  horror  reigns, 
4.  AW  olorytothc  dying  Lamb, 
*       And  never,  ceafmgpratfV 

While  angels  live  to  know  his  name, 
Or  faints,  to  feel  his  grace. 

HYMN     30.     Short  Metre. 
Heavenly  joy  on  earth. 
.1        r-    >HoME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 

1     \~/  And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
■ ,  •      •—  v 


accord, 
-ethtorie. 
ind 
i  the  pla^re ' 
as  dcfio-n'd 
•   rleafurcs  lcfs.] 
J  fe  to  ting, 
<er  knew  our  God 

uesofcheheav'nlyKin. 
.   fpcak  their  joys  abroad,  ? 

God  that  rules  on  high, 
aid  thunders  when  hepWe 
■latndcs  upon  the  ftormy  ftv! 
-And  manages  the  feas.] 

5  This  awful  God  is  our 's, 

Our  Father  and  our  JoVe 
H^aJIffnddownJHsfce'av^j 
To  carry  us  above.  '  l 

6  There  we  fhall  fee  his  f, re 
.^nd  nfVfr,  never  fin  ; 

Th  re  from  the  rivers  of  his  (rraeP 

Bnnkendlerspleafure8in.g 

7  Yes,  and  before  we  rife 

To  that  immortal  /fete 
The  thoughts  offuch  amazing  blif.  " 
Should  conlbnt  joys  create. 
8[the  men  of  grace  have  found 
Gtory  begun  below, 

Celefl.al  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
F-omfa.thand  hope  mav  grow  1 
orTh"hi|)of5^yicId;  -g°A'J 

A  thotafapd  fecr?d  fweefs 
Before  we ^  reach  the  hrav'nly  field* 
Or  walk  the  golden  Ike*? s 
to  Then  let   our  W,  abound 
*\nd  cv'ry  i ear  be  dry; 


B. 


M3 
II. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

And    v'ryfenfe  I  ftrau  employ 
^Onwletcekftialthrngs. 

uiSl*  SL  all  around  appear, 
WaV  each  his  glory  (hows; 
^frofeoTsUnbUrnshcre, 

Of  the  eternal  throne.] 
Bun. hi  how  foon  my  joys  decay, 

T  Ana  guilt  and  darknefs  he,  e? 
q  Up  to  the  neld.  above  the  flues, 
,         Mv  hafty  feet  would  go, 

There  everlaftingflow'rsanre, 
Ardjoysunwkh'rmggrow. 

-HYMN    60.     Long  Metre. 

ft*  iff*  °IG^mJr  feeing 

PRAISE,  everlafting  praife,  be  paid 
T.  him  that  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
P.ifltoX  God,  whofcftrong  decree 
Sway  the  creation  as  he  pleafe 
o   Praife  to  the  goodncf.  of  the  Lord, 

'   Who  rules  hi!  people  by  hi.  w^, 
Andthereasftrongashisdeaees, 

\ 


M4  HYMNS  A  '  Bj 

Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  God, 

w  no  fpoke  and  fpread  the  fkies  abroad, 

4  ?uCh  ufJth£m  P°w'jf"l  ^  that  found, 

1  hat  bid  the  new-made  world  go  round  ; 
And  flrongcr  than  the  folid  poles, 
On  which  the  wheel  of  nature  rolls  1 

5  Whence  then  fhould  doubts  and  fears  arife  ? 
Why trickling  forrows  drown  our  eyes? 
Slowly,  ajas!  our  minds  receives 

A  he  comforts  that  our  Maker  gives. 

6  Oh,  for  a  ftrong  a  iaf<ing  failh  j 
To  credit  what  the  Almighty  faith  ! 
T   embrace  the  meffage  of  his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heav'n  our  own. 

7  Then  fhould  the  earth's  old  pillars  fhake  : 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break ; 

Our  fteady  fouls  fhall  fear  no  more 
1  naniohd  rocks  whtn  billows  roar, 
3  Our  everlafting  hopes  arife 
Above  the  luinable  fkies. 
Where  the  eternal  Ru.lder  reigns, 
And  his  own  courts  his  pow'r  fuflaini. 
H  Y  M   N     6k     Common    Metre. 
A  thought  of  death  ar.d  glory, 
JUT  Y  fr.ul,  come  meditate  the  cav, 
;iZ       Aud  tnink  how  "ear  it  (lands/ 
\v  ben  thou  muft  quit  this  houfe  of  elay, 
And  fly  to  unknown  hnds. 

?  L  A4Kl  W,  m''ne  C>'es»  look  do  wn  an<*  view 
1  ne  nohow  gaping  tomb  : 

Th"5Ioomy  Prir°n  waits  for  you, 
Whene'er  the  (ummons  come.] 
3  Oh!  could  we  die  with  thofe  that  die 
And  place  us  in  their  ftead; 
Then  would  our  (pints  learn  to  fly. 
And  converfe  with  the  dead  ; 


■In  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        14S 

Then  (Wild  we  fee  the  faints  above 

In  their  own  glorious  iorms, 
Kftd  wonder  why  our  fouls  fboa\d  love 

To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 
How  we  mould  icornthefe  clothes  of  flefli, 

Thefe  fetters,  and  this  load, 
Andlongforev'ningtoundiefs, 
That  we  may  reft  with  God.  | 
We  mould  almoft  for  fake  our  clay 

Before  the  fummons  come, 
And  prav  and  wifh  our  fouls  away 
To  their  eternal  home. 

HYMN     6a.    Common  ^etre; 
God  the  thunder:  Or  the  lajl  judgmcnt-andkU. 
O  I  N  G  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  holt:, 
O    And  thou,  O earth,  adore: 
Ut  death  and  hell,  thro'  all  their  coafo, 

Stand  trembling  at  his  pow'r. 
His  founding  chariot  (bakes  the  flcy, 

He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne; 
There  all  his  ftores  ofiightnin*  lie, 
'  fill  vengeance  dans  them  down. 
His  noftrils  breathe  out  fiery  ftrtvms, 

And  from  his  awful  tongue, 
A  fov'ieign  voice  divides  the  flames, 

■  And*  hundcr  roars  along. 
Think,  O  my  foul,  the  dreadful  day 

When  this  inceofed  God 
Shall  rend  the  fky,  and  hum  the  .ea, 
And  fling  his  wrath  abroad! 
5  What  fnali  tl-    wretch,  the  (inner  do  ? 
He  once  defy'e    he  Lord  ; 

hefhalldread'thethur.d'rernow, 
'  And  fmk  beneath  his  word. 

*  UudciaagreatfudiinpmoftL-niey.    Kf>&k 
ik*  ao(*,  1697. 


146  HYMNS  AND  B,  II, 

6  Tempefts  of  angry  fire  fhall  rol!, 
To  blail  the  rebel  worm, 
And  beat  upon  bis  naked  foul 
In  one  eternal  ftorm, 

HYMN     63.     Common  Metre. 
J  funeral  thought. 
i    TT  ARK  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  found, 
AjL   My  ears  attend  the  cry, 
u  Ye  living  men  come  view  the  ground 
Where  you  muff  fhortly  lie. 

2  Princes,  this  clay  muftbe  your  bed, 

In  fpite  of  all  your  tow'is  ; 
The  tall,  the  wife,  the  rev*rend  head, 
.11  lie  as  low  as  oars." 

3  Great  God  !   is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  ftill  fecure  ! 
Still  walking  downwards  to  our  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  nn  more  ? 

4  Grant  us  the  pow'rsof  quick'ning  grace, 

To  fit  our  fouls  to  fly  ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flefh, 
WVIl  rife  above  the  fky. 

H  Y  M  N     64.    Long  Metre. 

God  the  g'ory  and  the  defence  of  Sion. 

HAPPY  the  church,  thou  facred  place, 
■The  feat  of  thy  Creator's  grace; 

Thine  holy  courts  are  his  abode  : 

Thou  earthly'palace  of  our  God. 
i   Thy  walls  are  flrength,  and  at  thy  ga>e? 

A  guard  of  heav'nly  warriors  waits  ; 

Nor  fhallthy  deef>  foundations  qjove, 

Fix'd  on  hi*  counfcls  and  his  love. 
q  Thy  foes  in  vain  defigns  engage, 

Again!}  his  rhione  in  V2in  they  rage; 

I  ike  riling  w.nves  with  angry  roar, 

Thst  dafh  and  die  upon  the  fhore* 


U.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        i+7 

Then  let  our  fouls  in  Sion  dwell, 

No "ea^he  wrath  of  ^e  and  hdl: 

His  arms  embrace  this  hapP) r  greund 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 
God  is  our  feield  and  God  our  fun; 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
On  us  he  fheds  new  beams  of  grace, 
Andwerefleahisbnghteftpraife. 

HYMN     65.     Common  Metre. 
The  hotecf  heaven  ourfufpoit  under  trials  on  ear*. 
T  X7  HEN   I  canread  my  title  clear 
W    Tomanfionsinthefkie,, 
I  bid  farewell  toev'ryfear, 

And  wipe  ray  weeping  eye*. 
Should  earth  againft  my  foul  engage.    . 

And  hellifh  darts  be  hurl  a, 
Then  1  can  fmile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world 
Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  ftormsoKorrow  tall; 
May  1  but  fafely  reach  rny  home, 

MyGod,  myheav'n,  myal.- 
.  There  fliall  I  bathe  my  weary  loai 
*       In  feas  of  heav'nly  reft, 
Andnotawaveoftroub:eroll 

"Acrofs  my  peaceful  brealt. 

H  Y  M  N     65.     Common  Metre, 
A  profpeB  of  heaven  makes  death  eajy> 
rpHERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
j     1    Where  faints  immortal  leigu, 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pkafures  banifh  pain. 
4  There  everlaftmg  fpring  abides* 
And  never-wilh'nng  flow  rss 
Death,  like  a  narrow  fea,  divides 
This  hear'nly  land  from  ours. 
G  2 


148  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

3  [Sweet  fields^ beyond  the  fwelling  flood 

Stand  drefs'd  in  living  green; 
So  to  the  Jew*  old  Canaan  flood, 
While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  ftartand  (hi ink, 

To  crofa  thii  narrow  fea, 
And  linger,  fhiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  tq  launch  away,  j 

5  Oh  !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove 

Thofe  gloomy  doubts  that  rife, 
And  fee  thtCaraan  that  we  love,   .    - 
With  unbeclouded  eyes ! 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Mofes  flood, 

And  view  the  landfcape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  ftream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  fhore, 

HYMN     67.     Common  Metre. 
God'j  eternal  dominion. 

GREAT  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou! 
What  wrarthlefs  worms  are  we! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatuies  bow, 
And  pay  their  praiie  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 

Ere  fear  or  ftars  were  made  : 
Thou  art  the  ever  living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lie 

To  thine  immenfefurvey,. 

From  the  formation  ofthefky, 

To  the  great  burning  day. 

4  Eternity  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  preient  in  thy  view; 
To  thee  there's  nothing  o!d  appears  ; 
Great  God!  there's  nothing  uew. 
j  Our  *ivcs  thro'  various  fcenes  are  draws, 
And  vex'd  with  tiifluig  cares, 


CF 


.11.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  M? 

While  thine  eternal  thoughts  move  on 

Thine  undifturb'd  affairs. 
Great  God  i  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 

What  worthies  worms  are  we  . 
Let  the  whole  race  o(  creatures  bow, 

And  pay  their  praife  to  thee. 
HYMN     68.     Common  Metre. 

The  humble  tvorjhip  of  heaven. 
ATHER,  I  long,  I  faint  to  fee 
The  place  of  thine  abode  ; 
I'd  leave  the  earthly  courts  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  feat,  my  God  I 
2  Here* behold  thy  diftant  face, 
And 'tis  a  a  pleafing  fight ; 
But  to  abide  in  thine  embrace, 
Is  infinite  delight. 
«  I'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  fenfe, 
0       To  gaze  upon  thy  throne  ; 

Pleasure  fpiings  frefh  for  ever  thence, 
Unfpeakable,  unknown. 
4  TThere  all  the  heav'nly  hofts  are  feen, 
In  fhining  ranks  they  move, 
And  drink  immortal  vigour  m 
With  wonder,  and  with  love. 
h  Then  at  thy  feet  with  awful  fear, 
Th'  adoring  armies  fall  : 
With  joy  they  fhrink  to  nothing  there, 
Before  th' eternal  All. 
6  There  I  w&uld  vie  withallthe  hoft, 
In  dutv  and  in  blifs  ;  , 

While  left  than  nothing  I  could  boa.t 
And  vanity  confers  ] 
j  The  more  thy  glories  ftrike  mine  eyes, 
The  humbler  I  Iball  lie  5 
Thus,  wrnle  1  fink,  my  joy  mail  rite 
Unmeafurably  high.. 

G3 


150  HYMNS  AND  B.I^ 

HYMN.   6g«     Common  Metre. 

Tkefaithfalnefs  of  God  in  thepromifes. 

t    T)  EGIM,  my  tongue,  fome  heavViy  theme! 
JL3   And  fpeak  fome  boundlefs  thing, 
The  mighty  works  of  mightier  name 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

2  Tell  of  his  wond'rous  faithful  nefs, 

And'"        \  his  rmw'r  abroad, 
Sin"  ,n_-  xA-tet  promife  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  J*roc\a\c\\ falvation  from  the  Lord 

For  wretched  dying  men  ; 
His  hand  has  writ  the  facred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Engrav'd  as  in  eternal  brafs, 

The  mighty  promife  fhines ; 
Nor  can  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  raze 
Thofe  everlafting  lines.] 

5  [He  that  can  dafh  whole  worlds  to  death, 

And  make  them  when  he  pleafe, 
He  fpeaks,  and  that  almighty  breath 
Fulfils  his  great  decrees. 

6  His  very  word  of  grace  is  ftrong 

As  that  which  built  the  Ikies  ; 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  ftars  along 
Sptaks  all  thepromifes. 

7  He  laid.  Let  the  wide  heav'n  be  fpread, 

And  heav'n  was  ilrctch'd  abroad  ; 
Abrah'jn,  I'll  be  thy  God,  he  faid, 
And  he  was  Abraham's  God. 

8  O  ,  might  I  hear  thine  heav'n ly  tongue 

But  whifper,  Thou  art  mine! 
Thofe  gentle  words  fhould  raife  my  fong 
To  notes  almoft  divine. 
y  How  would  my  leaping  heart  rejoice, 
And  think  my  heav'n  fecurej 


U.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

1  truft  the  All-Creating  "Oice 
And  faith  delires  no  rnore. 

HYMN     *•     LonS  Metre. 

'G^eS^SfS^1 
V7    Manes*  command, 

And  one  loft  woid  OI  \nY    f     d 
Can  Tmk  them  town  the  fand. 

,   If  bu''a  Mofis  wave  thy  rod, 
x  it  uu.         ^  and  owns  its  vjroa  , 

The  fea  *™JMWg    Iaker  kneW 
The  ftormy  floods  their  i  h    . 

AndlethUchofenaimtestmo  a 

3  To  thee 'their  Lord,  a  tribute  pay; 
io  tnee,tu  fwim£  the  11000-, 

T'^Tandm* S.p«fe»Crf. 

Leaps  up,  ana  "ic*      r     . 
.  Thp  larecr  tnonaers  ot  the  aeep 

Bvthy  permif&oo,  tport  and  play, 

And  cleave  along  their  foaming  w.f . 
,  if  God  his  voice  of  tempeft  rears, 

5  Leviathan  UtsM^^^rs^ 
Anon  he  lifts  his  noftnlslngtu        / 
And  [pouts  the  ocean  to  the iky. 

6  How  isthy  glorious  pow'r  ador  d, 

6   Arnidft  thele  wat'ry  nations    Lord  I 
YeUhebold  men  that  trace  the  feas, 
Bold  men  refufe  their  Maker's  prai.e. 
n  r\vhatfceaes  of  miracles  they  tee  . 
'   'And  never  tune  a  long  to  thee     , 
While  on  the  flood  they  lately  nde. 
They  curfe  the  hand  that  Smooths  the  Mar, 
8  Anon  they  plunge  in  wat'ry  grave. 

And  fome  drink  death  amorgfl  the  v,avcs> 
Vet  the  furvmng  crew  Wafphews, 
yor  own  the  God  that  refcu'd  ikoC] 
G  <j 


152  HYMNS     AND  B.] 

9  Oh,  for  fome  fignal  of  thine  hand  ! 
Shake  all  the  feas,  Lord,  (hake  the  land  ? 
Great  judge !  defcend,  left  men  deny 
That  there's  a  God  that  rules  the  flcy. 

H  Y  M  N  71.  Common  Metre, 
Fia?fe  to  God  from  all  creatures. 
PHE  glories  of  my  Maker,  God, 
X    My  joyful  voice  fhallfing, 
And  call  the  nations  to  ad#re 
Their  former  and  their  King. 
a  ,Twas  his  right  hand  that  fhap'd  our  clay, 
And  wrought  this  human  frame; 
But  from  his  ov/n  immediate  breath 
Our  nobler  fpiritscame, 
g  We  bring  our  mortal  pow'rsto  God, 
And  worfhip  with  our  tongues  : 
We  claim  fome  kindred  with  the  fkies. 
And  join  th'  angelic  fongs. 

4  Yet  grov'ling  beafls  of  ev'ry  fhape, 

And  fowls  of  ev'rv  wing. 
And  locks, and  trees,  and  fires  and  feas, 
1  heir  various  tribute  bring. 

5  Ye  planets  to  his  honor  fhine, 

And  wheelsof  nature  roll, 
Praife  him  in  your  unweary'd  courfe 
Around  the  fteady  pole. 

6  The  brightness  of  cur  Maker's  name 

The  wide  creation  fills, 
And  his  unbounded  grandeur  flies, 
Beyond  the  heav'nly  hills. 

HYMN     72.     Common  Metre, 
The  Lord'  s  day:  Or  therejurreclion  tf/'Chrifl. 
r    T>L£ST  morning,  whofe  young  dawning  j'ays 
JLJ     Beheld  our  rifing  God  ;  6     7 

That  faw  him  triumph  o'er  the  duft, 
And  leave  his  laft  abode. 
2  In  the  cold  prifon  ofatomb 
The  dear  Redeemer  lay, 


II.         SPIRITUAL  SGNGS.         353 

rill  the  revolving  (kies  had  brought 

The  third,  th*  appointed  day. 
Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  our  God  In  vain  ; 
The  fleeping  conqueror  arofe, 

And  bunl  their  feeble  chain. 
To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord,. 

Thefe  facred  hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  Mofanms  (hall  proclaim 

The  triumph  of  the  day. 
[Salvation  and  immortal  praife 

To  our  Victorious    King; 
Let  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  rocks,  and  feas, 
With  glad  Ho/annas  ring/j 

HYMN     73.     Common  Metre. 
Doubufcattered :  Or^fplriitudjoys  rtjlored. 
V  _T  LNC&  from  my  ioui  lad  thoughts  begone, 
jL  A.      And  leave  me  to  my  joys  ; 
My  tongue  (hall  tiiumph  in  my  God, 

And  make  a  joyful  naite. 
Darkncfs  and  doubts  had  veil'd  my   mind. 

And  drown'd  my  head  in  tears, 
'Till  fov'reigu    grace  wi:.b  fhiniiig  rays, 

Difpfird    my  gloom/  fears. 
Oh,  what  immortal  joys  licit, 

And  raptures  2!)  divine. 
When  Jifus  told  me  I  washis, 
And  my  beloved  mine  ! 
4  In  vain  the  temp  a  frights  my  foul, 
And  breaks  rr.v  peace  in  vain  ; 
One  glimpfe  deai  Savi  mrof  thy  faqe 
Revives  my  joy*  a 

H  Y  M  N  '  ?4    Short    Metre; 
Ripsntunceftom  ajhife  of  a  vine  gcednejs  ;  £V>  a  oyvtt- 

piaird  oj  ingratitude, 
1    7  S  this  the  kind  re.  a':.*. 
X     Aud  thefe  the  thanks  we  owe, 
G   f. 


F54  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

Thus  to  aluife  eternal  love, 

Whence  s  11  our  b'effings  flow  ! 
I  2  To  what  a  fiubbom  frame 

Has  fin  redue'd  our  mind  ! 
What  A  range  rebellious  v  retches  we, 
And  God  as  flrangely  kinc; ! 
£  [On  us  lie  bids  the  iun 
Shed  its  reviving  rays; 
For  us  the  flues  their  circles  run,  - 
To  lengthen  out  our  da-,  s. 

4  The  biuus  obey  their  God, 

And  bow  their  neckv  lo  men  ; 
But  w'e  more  bafe,  more  brtatifh  things. 
Reject  his  cafy  reign. J 

5  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 

And  mould  our  foul*  afteih  ; 
Break,  fov'reign  grace,  tliefe  hearts  of  ft  one, 
And  give  us  hejarts  of  Befll. 

6  Let  old  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eves, 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercieafall, 
Let  hourly  thanks  aiii'e. 

H  Y  M  N     75-     Common   Metre. 
Spiritual  and  eternaijoy  :  Or.  tht  btiufickvifion  c/'ChriA* 
a    T7ROM  thee,  rn>  God,  my  joys  (hail  rife, 
X.       And  run  etern  d  rounds, 
Beyond  the  limits  of  t  he  fkies, 
A nd'aH- created  bounds. 
a  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  foul 
Shall  death  itfelf  ou' -brave, 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 
And  fly  beyond  the  grave, 
3  There  where  myb'eflfed  Jefui  reigns, 
In  heav'n's  unmeafui'd  ipacc, 
I'll  lpend  a  long  eternity 
In  pleafurc  and  in  piaile. 


^TTAT       SONGS.  .   !5* 

B'U*  V.ars  mv  v,ond'nrg  eyes 

And  endkfs aS«;    ,ove. 

5  [Sweet  Wf»   Garments  bring 
5^    ShaiH.^^^ f  new  delight 

From  all  thy  g*a  f    X  my  foul 
fi  HaPe  my  beloved,  fetch  my 
&  tiaue  my     ,  uifrs'd  aoode  ,* 

Upto-tbybkJJ i  fe€ 

^^"mN     r6      Common  MC. 

Sine- '-«  ,    .1    ,CT  away» 

^d^'d  cm  heiUCh  toes 

3        And  to  his  Father  ties, 

W^h  fears  of  honour  tnhtsd^, 

\ndtnumphmn.seyes. 
TWeour  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 

Oury^lViisthemtdoleie^ 

OftieceleftiaV  throne. 

u  .        •   „    mortal  tongues, 

i  [Raifeyourdevomn,  moftai       b 

*  l    To  reach  his  bleft  abode, 

Swletbe.heaccerusofyoarfongs 

Toourmca;nate.od.]oiiaeafti 


**•-        ,     HTMns.Abh,  J 

HYM?i    ,7.Lcn.    Me,rc_ 
«     O    And    <r  ,-d  the  crnfn^  «  th>'  rca» 

TVsbUii»ugglmKgafp  for  Iife  . 

In.  weapons  of  victorious  ,r2ce  ' 

Shall  fl,yth vf^andendfheU) 
5  The    let         fou]  ^^  e  J 

P'efs  forward  to  the  hcav'niv^te 
fh^c  peace  and  j oy  eu  rnal' jg' 

]VinJe  all  the  aimies  of  theS 
Join  in  my  glorious  leader's  praife. 

H  Y  M  V     *Q      n 

*     /».     Common  Metre. 

Redemption  by  Cbrifl 

V  V      Rebel  d  and  loft  their  God 
And  the  .nfeftion  of  their  fin  ' 

Had  tainted  aJJ  our  blood  ; 

Infinite  pity  touch 'd  the  heart 
u'  theeteinASpa, 


II  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         t57 

Descending  from  the  heav'nly  court, 

He  left  his  Father's  throne. 
Afide  the  prince  of  glory  Ihrew 

His  moft  divine  array 
And  wrapd  his  Godhead  in  a  veil 

Of  our  i-nfenor  clay- 
His  living  pow'r,  and  dying  love, 

Redf.em'd  unhappy  men; 
And  rais'd  the  ruins  of  our  race 

To  life  and  God  again. 
To  thee,  dear  Lord,  our  flePn  and  foul 

We  joyfully  refign ; 
Bleft  iefus  take  us  tor  thy  own, 

For  we  are  doubly  thine. 
Thine  hononr  fhall  for  ever  be 

The  bufinefs  of  our  days, 
For  ever  fhall  our  thankful  tongues 
Speak  thy  deferved  praife. 

HYMN     79.     Common  Metre, 
Praife  to  the  Redeemer. 
IXJNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  defpair 
We  wretched  franers  lay 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope 
Or  fpark  of  glimm'rmg  day, 
,  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 
Beheld  our  help'.efs  grief.; 
He  faw  and  (O  amazing  love  !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  mining  feats  above 
With  joyful  hafte  he  fled, 

Enter'd  the  grave  in  monal  flefh 
And  dwe  t  among  the  dead. 

4  He  fpoii'd  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  thus, 
And  brake  our  iron  chains  ; 

Jefus  has  freed  our  captive  fouls, 
From  everlafting  pains. 


'F 


7f  HYMNS  AND 

<[I«vai,  the  baffled  prince  of.  ell 
H,s  curfed  projcas  tries; 

/;  n;r  d above  the  *»«•  1 

yic.r  ialting  filence  break 

^^  round  the  fpacicu,  earth 
To  thine  adored  name. 

8  AngeU,  affiftou,  mighty  joys 

Stake  all  your  harp0soyf^ld; 

^t  wnen  you  raifeyowhf,heft  notes 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told.]  ' 

HYMN     80.     Short  Metre. 

O       God's  auful  p0Wr  and  goodncjs . 
"•  the  a,mightyLord! 
HowmatchlefsishispowV 
While  all  ,£      u  '      Cneath  hls  w»>'-d, 

w  rule  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 
8  L«  Pr<»«d  imperious  kings 

Bovv  low  before  his  throne' 
Crouch  to  bis  feft   „~  u„     ... 

orheiha!^::d^^rinss' 

3  Above  the  ikies  he  reigns, 

And  with  amazing  blows, 
Hedeals  mfurFer2ble%ains  ' 
On  his  Jebeliious  foes. 

4  Yet  cve,lafting  God-, 

^Ve  Jove  tofpeakthypraife- 
Thy  fteptre's  equal  to  thy  red 
.  T,uIh£!ccP:reoi^S'ace. 
tf  Thearms^f  mighty  love 
-Defend  our  Zion  well, 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  U9 

.dhcav'nly  mercy  walls  us  round 
From  Babylon  and  hell. 

vationto  the  King 

That  fns  enthron'd  above  . 

.us  we  adore  the  Godot  might, 

And  ble<s  the  God  of  love. 

H  Y  M  N     81.     Common  Metre. 
Cur  fin  the  caufe  of  ChM's  death. 
a    ND  now  the  leaks  have  left  mine  eyes, 
^\       Now  I  he^rm  10  ice  : 

vv  hat  murd'rousihings  they  &e. 
tfere  thefe  the  traitors,  deareh  Lord, 

With  floods  of  pui pie  gore? 
Was  itforcrimestnatl  had  done, 

MY  dearett  Lord  was  Main, 
wWnj.lVxefeiz'd  God's  only  Son, 

Ana  put  his  foul  10  pam? 
Forgive  my  guih,  O  Pnnce  of  Pece, 

1M  wound  my  G-d  no  more  : 
HenceTrommyU^ef^tegone, 

FJ^^ortwithheav'nlyarms 

From  grace's  magazine, 
^nd  I'll  proclaim  eternal  war      . 

With  ev'ry  darling  fin. 

HYMN     82.    Common  Metre. 

URISE^V  fcuh.  my  joyful pow  rs, 
/  t\      And  tiiumph  in  my  God , 
f  Awake  my  voice,  andioudprocbmi 

His  glorious  grace  abroad. 
8  Herald  me  from  the  deeps  of  fin, 
The  gates  of  gaping  hell, 


26o  HYMNS  AND  r  ) 

And  fix'd  my  ftanding  more  fecurs 
1  nan   twaa  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlafling  love, 

Beneath  my  foul  he  plac'd 
And  on  the  rock  of  ages  fet' 
My  flipp'ry  footfteps  faft. 

4  The  city  of  my  blefs'd  abode 

Is  vvall'd  around  with  grace; 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  ftands 
Tofhield  the  facred  place. 

5  Satan  may  vent  his  fharoeft  foite 

And  all  his  legions  /oar  •  *       ' 
Alnnghty  mercy  guards  my  life, 
And  bounds  his  raging  pow'r, 

6  Anfe  my  foul,  awake  my  voice 

And  tunes  of  i  leafuie  fine  ■  ' 
Loud  hallelujahs  fhall  addrt/s 
My  Saviour  and  my  King, 

HYMN     83.     Common  Metre. 

T       T^c pajfl0n  and  exultation  of  Chrfr 
HU  I  faith  the    Ruler  of  the  ikie  ' 

Autakemyvraih,  andfmuTthe  Man, 
My  Fellow,  laith  the  Lord. 
2  Vengeance  receiv'd  >he  Ar^\ 

And  arrnTj  ,-      ad  command, 

And  armed,  aown  fhe  flies  • 

7tfb  fubmu,  t'  his  Father's  hand 
And  bows  his  head  and  dies 

3  But  oh!  the  wifdom  and  the  grace 

Thatjom  with  vengeance  now^ 

HeAG'esL0fave^rgui:tyrace) 

Andyethenfestoo. 

4  A  perfonfo  divine  was  he 

Who  y.elded  to  be  gab, 

*  That  he  cotld  give  his  foul  anav 
And  toKehii  life  aoai.,  h 


,,   n.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS 

f'jve,  Btorio„S  Lord    =nd  reign  on  hgl-, 

Let  cv'ry  nation  fing, 
A,d  angeh  found     w.hendlefsjO), 

The  Saviour  and  the  King. 

HYMN    84.     Short  Metre. 
The  fame. 

COME,  all  harmonious  tongues, 
Your  nobleft  mufic  bring; 
Tis  Chrift  the  everlaftmg  Cod, 
And  Chnji  the  man,  we  fing. 
j  Tell  how  he  took  our  flefh, 

-      To  take  away  our  guilt ; 
Sing  the  dear  drops  of  facied  blood 

That  hellifh  monfters  Ibitt- 
o  [Alas!  the  cruel  fpear 

Went  deep  into  his  fide, 
And  the  rich  flood  of  purple  gore 

Their  murd'rous  weapons  dy  d.  j 

a  [The  waves  of  fwelling  gnef 

Did  o'er  his  bofom  roll, 
And  mountains  of  almighty  wrath 

Lay  heavy  on  his  foul.  J 

5  Down  to  ihefhades  of  death 
0        He  bow'd  his  awful  head, 

Yet  he  arofe  to  live,  and  reign 
When  death  itfelf  is  dead. 

6  No  more  the  bloody  fpear, 

The  crofs  and  nails  no  more  ; 
Tor  hell  itfelf  fhakes  at  his  name, 
And  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 

7  There  the  Redeemer  fits 

High  on  the  Father's  throne; 
The  Father  lays  his  vengeance  by, 
And  fmiles  upon  his  Son. 

8  There  his  full  glories  fhine 

With  uncreated  rays, 
And  blefs  his  faints  and  angels  eyes 
To  everlafting  days. 


io2  HYMNS  AND  B. 

HYMN    85.     Common  Metre. 
Sufficiency  of  pardon. 

1  \i\7'^y  ^oes  y°ur  facc»  ye  humble  fouls, 

V  V     Thofe  mournful  colours  wear  ? 
What  doubts  are  thefe  that  wafte  your  faith, 
And  nourifh  your  defpair? 

2  What  though  your  num'rous  fins  exceed 

The  liars  that  fill  the  ikies, 
And  aiming  at  the  eternal  throne, 
Like  pointed  mountains  rife. 

3  What  though  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 

The  vide  creation  fwcll, 
And  has  its  curft  foundations  laid 
Low  as  the  deeps  of  hell. 

4  See  here  an  endiefs  ocean  flows 

Of  never-failing  grace  ; 
Behold  a  dying  Savjour's  veins 
The  facred  flood  increafe  :    • 
£  It  rifes  high,  and  drowns  the  hills, 
Has  neither  fhore  nor  bound  : 
Nov/  if  we  feared  to  find  our  fins, 
Our  fins  can  ne'er  be  found. 
6  Awake,  our  hearts,  adore  the  grace 
That  buries  all  her  faults, 
And  pard'ning  bloaij,  that  fwells  above 
Our  follies  and  our  thoughts. 

JI  Y  M  N     86,      Common  Metre. 
Freedm  from  Jin  and  mijby,  in  heaven, 

OUR  fins,  alas  !  how  ftrong  they  be  ! 
And  likeavi'km  fea, 
They  break  our  duty,  Lord,  to  thee, 
And  hurry  us  awa,y. 
he  waves  of  trouble,  how  they  rifei 
How  loud  the  tempefts  roar ! 
But  death  lhall  land  our  weary  fouls 
Safe  on  the  heav'nly  ihore. 


II         SPIRITUAL  SONGS,        i*3 

There,  to  fulfil  his  fweet  commands, 
Om  fpeedN  icxt  mall  move  ; 

Or  cool  out  burning  love. 

The  wonders  of  m;  g    - 
•Till  heav'nly  rap'-ures  tire 
And  fmilc  in  ev  ry  tace. 
FoY  ever  his  dear  facred  name 
'Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue, 

And  lefus  and  faWaUfon  °e 

TA>  divine  stories  above  our  reajon.  # 

f    T  TOW  wond'fousgvea,!  how  glorious  tmght 
H    Mud  ourCiea'.orbe, 
Who  d wells  amidft  the  daw.ing  1  ght 
Of  vail  infinity '•  . 

a  Oar  foaring  tpirit«  upwards  rile 
Tow'rd  the  celeRi.al  tin  one  . 

iA  w«i  fee  the  bleffed  Three, 
Fam  would  we  ice  inc  u 
And  the  almighty  One. 

,  Our  reafon  ftretches  all  its  wings, 
0       Andclimbsabovethelk-.es; 
But  ftill  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 

Our  grov'ling  r-.afon  ues  ! 
4  [Lord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  fouls, 
And  awfully  adore:  #    v 

for  the  weak  pinions  of  our  mmd. 
Can  ftretch  a  though:  no  lr.o'.e.J 
c  Thy  glories  infinitely  rife 

Above  our  lab'ring  tongue  ; 
In  vain  the  higheft  ferapb  tries 
To  form'an  equal  fong. 
6  [In  humble  notes  our  faith  adores 
The  great  myfierious  King-, 
While  angels  ftrain  their  nobler  pow'rt, 
And  fweep  th'  immortal  itnni. 


1 63  HYMNS   AND  B. 

4  [To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 

1  he  angels  owe  their  bli  s  ; 
They  fit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Je/kf  is.] 

5  [Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heav'nly  place, 
If  God»his  refidence  remove,    . 
Or  but  conceal  his  face.] 

6  Nor  earth  nor  all  the  Iky, 

Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy 
Without  thy  prefence  Lord. 
j>   Thou  art  the  lea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleafures  roll ; 
The  circle  whete  my  paffions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  foul, 
8  [To  thee  my  fpiiits  fly 
With  infinite  defire  : 
And  \et,  how  far  from  thee  i  lie  ! 
Dear  Jtfus  raife  me  higher.] 

HYMN    94.    Common  Metre, 
God  my  only  kuppinefs.     Pfal.  lxxiii  2$< 

J    TV  f  Y   God,  mv  portion,  and  my  love, 
lVl   My  everlafling  All, 
I've  none  but  thee  in  hea'vn  abcve 
"Oi   on  this  earthly  ball. 
•i.  [What  empty  things  are  all  the  flcie , 
And  this  inferior  clod  ? 
There's  nothing  here  deferves  my  joys, 
There's  nothing  like  my  G   d.] 

3  [In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  fun 

Scatters  his  feeble  light  : 
*  I  is  thy  fweet  beams  create  my  noon  ; 
If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

4  And  whilft  upon  my  reftlefs  bed 

Amongft  the  fhades  I  roll, 


I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  169 

f  my  Redeemer  mows  his  head, 

'Tis  morning  with  my  ioul.] 
To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth,  and  friend?, 

And  health  and  fafc  abode  : 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 

But  they  are  not  my  God. 
How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 

If  once  compar'd  to  thee  ? 
Or  what's  my  iafety,  01   my  health, 

Or  all  my  friends  to  me  ? 
Were  I  pofiefibr  of  the  earth, 

And  call'd  the  flats  mine  own; 
Without  thy  graces,  and  ihyfelf, 

1  were  a  wretch  undone  : 
Let  others  If  retch  their  arms  like  ftas ; 

And  graip  in  all  the  more, 
Grant  me  the  vifits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  deftreno  more. 

HYMN     95.     Common  Metre. 

Lsok  on  him  whom  thy  pierced,  and  incur n. 

INFINITE  grief!   amazing  woe  ! 
Behold  my  bleeding  Lo:d  : 
Hell  a:<d  the  Jews  confpu'd  his  death, 

And  us'd  the  Roman  word, 
Oh,  the  (harp  pangs  of  fm.ariing  pain 

My  dear  Redeemer  bore  : 
When  knotty  whips,  and  ragged  thorns, 
His  facred  body  tore, 
,  But  knotty  whips,  and  ragged' thorns, 

In  vain  do  I  accure  ; 
*    In  vain  I  biame  the  Roman  ba::ds, 

And  the  more  fpiteful 
%  Twcre  }ou  r.v  crw*  I  a.-.s, 

His  chief  tormentors  were  ; 
la:b  cf  my  crimes  btcsmt  a  nail, 
And  unbelief  the  ipear. 
H 


S?o 


HYMNS   AND 


ri 


5  'Twere  you  that  pull'd  the  vengeance  down 

Upon  his  guiltlefs  head  : 
Break,  break,  my  heart,  oh  burft,  mine  eyes.] 
And  let  my  forrows  bleed. 

6  Strike,  mighty  grace;  my  flinty  foul, 

'Till  melting  waters  flow, 
And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eyes 
In  undiffembkei  woe. 

H  Y  M  N    96.     Common    Metre. 

Diflingui /king  love  ;  Or,  angels  punijked,  and  man 

1OWN  headlong  from  the  native  fkies 


The  rebel  angels  fell, 
Aftd  thunder-boils  of  flaming  wrath 
Purhi'd  them  deep  to  hell. 

2  Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  blifs 

Rebellious  m3n  was  hurl'd  ; 
And  J  fus  {loop'd  beneath  the  grave, 
t»  reach  a  finking  world. 

3  Oh,  love  ol  infinite  degree 

Unmeafir.  able  grace J 
Mu(l  heav'n's  eternal  Darlincr  die, 
To  fjvc  a  trait' icus  race  ? 

4  Muft  angels  fink  lor  ever  down, 

And  burn  in  quench!ers  fire, 
While  God  forfakes  his  mining  throne, 
To  raife  us  wretches  Siigher  ? 
,5  Oh,  for  his  love,  let  earth  and  fkies 
With  Hallelujahs  ring, 
And  the  full  chnir  of  human  tongues 
All  Hallelujahs  fing. 

HYMN     97.     Long  Metre, 

The  fame. 

"g^POM  henv'n  the  finning  angels  fell, 

jL    Ard  wiaihsnddavknefschaixi'd  them  d( 


4 


5.  J'1.       SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  W 

But  man,  vile  man   for  look  his  bhfs, 

And  mercy  lifts  hi,m  to  a  crown. 

Amazing  work  of  fov'rekn  grace, 

That  could  difiinguifh  rebels  fa  I 

Our  guilty  trcafons  call'd  aloud 

For  everlafling  letters  too. 

To  thee,  to  thee,  almighty  love, 

Our  fouls,  ourfelves,  our  all  we  pay  ; 

Millions  of  tongues  (ball  found  ;hy  praiie 

On  the  bright  hills  of  heay'nly  day. 

HYMN     98.     Caramon  Metre. 
Hardncjs  of  heart  complained  of. 

MY  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is! 
How  heavy  here  it  lies; 
Heavy  and  cold  within  my  breair, 

JuftHkearock  of  ice! 
Sin,  like  a  raging  tyrant,  fits 

Upon  this  flmty  throne, 
And  ev'ry  grace  lies  bury'd  deep 
Beneath  this  heart  of  ftone. 
,  How  feldom  do  I  rife  to  God, 
Or  tafte  the  joys  above  ? 
This  mountain  preffes  down  my  faith, 
And  chills  my  flaming  love, 

L  When  fmiiing  mercy  courts  my  foul 
With  all  its  heav'nly  charms, 
This  ftubborn,  this  relentlefs  thing, 
Would  thiuft  it  from  my  arms. 

Againftthe  thunders  of  thy^word. 

Rebellious  I  have  ftood  ; 
My  heart,  it  fhakes  not  at  the  wrath 

And  terrors  of  a  God, 

Dear  Saviour,  fteep  this  rock  of  mine 
In  thine  own  crimfon  fea  ! 
Ha 


I72  HYMNS  AND  B 

None  but  a  bath  of  blood  divine 
Can  melt  the  flint  away. 

HYMN     99.     Common  Metre. 

The  book  of  Gov's  decrees. 

I    T    ET  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 
A  J     Abas'd  before  their  God  ; 
Whate'er  his  fov'reign  voice  has  form'd, 
He  governs  with  a  nod. 

*  [Ten  thoufaod  ages  ere  the  fkies 
Were  into  motion  brought  ; 
All  the  long  years  and  worlds  to  come 
Stood  prefent  to  his  thought. 

o  There's  not  a  fparrow,  or  a  worm, 
But's  found  in  his  decrees ; 
He  raifes  monarchs  to  their  thrones, 
And  finks  them  as  he  pleafe.] 

4  If  light  abends  the  courfe  I  run, 

'Tis  he  provides  thofe  rays  ; 
And  'tis  his  hand  that  hides  my  fun, 
If  da?  knefs  cloud  my  days. 

5  Yet  I  could  not  be  much  concern'd, 

Nor  vainlvlong  to  fee 
The  volumes  of  his  deep  decrees, 
What  months  are  writ  for  me. 

6  When  he  reveals  the  book  of  life, 

Oh,  may  I  read  my  name 

Amongft  the  chofen  of  his  love, 

Thefoll'wers  of  the  Lamb. 

HYMN     100.    Long  Metre. 
The  prefence  of  Chrift  is  the  life  of  my  foul. 

X    I-TOW  full  of  anguifh  is  the  thought, 
How  it  diftrs&s  and  tears  my  heart, 


II  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         173 

,  1  cannot  live  contented  here, 
'  Without  fome  gbmpfes  o       J 

And  heav'n  without  thy  pre fence  the    , 

Will  be  a  dark  and  tuefome  place 

,  When  earthly  cares  engroft -the  da  , 
1  And  hold  my  thoughts  ahdeomtace, 

The  mining  horns  of  cheerful  hgut 

Are  long  and  tedious  years  to  me, 

5  And  it  no  ev'ning  vifits  P*\d 

*  Between  my  Saviour  and  my  ^J'  d  , 
How  dull  the  night!  how  ^  ^  fude . 
How  mournfully  the  mmu.es  roll. 

6  This  flem  of  mine  might  learr ,  as  Joan 
To  Uve,  yet  part  wtth  all  my  blood, 

To  breath,  When  vital  *r  is  gone, 

Or  thrive  and  grow  without  my  food. 

7  IChfiJl  is  my  fight,  my  life,  my  care, 
Mv  bleffed  hope,  my  heav  nly  prize  , 
Dearer  than  all  my  paflions  are, 

My  limbs,  my  bowels  or  my  eyes. 

8  The  firings  that  twine  about  my  heart. 
Tortures  and  racks  may  tear  them  ou  , 
But  they  can  never,  never  part 

With  their  dear  hold  of  Chrif,  my  love.] 
o  [My  God  !  and  can  a  humble  child. 

That  loves  thee  with  a  flame  fo  high, 

Be  ever  from  thy  face  exil'd, 

Without  the  pity  of  thine  eye  ? 
l0  Impoffible  '.—-For  thine  own  hands 

Have  ty'd  my  heart  fo  faft  to  thee. 
7  H3 


i?4  HYMNS  AND  B.IIi 

And  in  thy  book  the  promife  {lands, 
That  where  thou  art  thy  friends  mud  be.] 

HYMN     101.     Common  Metre. 

The  world's  three  chief  temptations. 

1  WHEN  in  tl)e  lig},tof  faith  divine 

\  V     We  look  on  things  below, 

Honour  and  gold,  and  fen'ual  joy, 

How  vain  and  dang'rous  too. 

2  [Honour's  a  puff  of  noify  breath; 

Yet  men  expofe  their  blood, 
And  venture  everlafling  death, 
To  gain  that  airy  good. 

3  While  others  ftarve  the  nobler  mind, 

And  feed  on  mining  duft, 
They  70b  the  ferpent  of  his  food, 
T1  indulge  a  fordid  luft.] 

4  The  pleafures  that  allure  our  fenfe 

Are  dang'rous  fnares  to  fou!s  ; 
There's  but  a  drop  of  flatt'ring  fweet, 
Anddafh'd   with  bitter  bowls. 

5  God  is  mine  all-fufRcient  good, 

My  portion  and  my  choice, 

In  him  my  vaft  defires  are  fill'd, 

And  all  my  pow'rs  rejoice. 

6  Tn  vain  the  world  accofts  my  ear, 

And  tempts  my  heart  anew  ; 
I  cannot  buy  y0ur  blifs  fo  dear, 
Norpartwith  heav'n  for  you. 

/      HYMN     ioa.     Long  Metre.   v 
A  happy  rejurretliviu 

1    W°'  !*^  rtPme  at  death  no  more, 
1^1      But  with  a  cheerful  gafp  refio-n 
To  the  cold  dungeon  of :  lie  grave 
Thefe  dying,  with'ring  limbs  of  mine. 


IT.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  175 

Let  worms  devour,  my  wafting  ^m, 

lAnd  crumble  all  ray  bones  to  dutt, 

My  God  fliall  raife  my  frame  anew, 

'.At  the  revival  of  the  juft. 

iBreak  facred  rrwrning,  through  the  fkies, 

Bring  that  delightful,  dreadiul  day, 

Cut  mort  the  hours,  dear  Lord,  and  come  ; 

Thy  iing'ring  wheels,  how  long  they  (lay, 

[Our  wearied  fpirits  faint  to  fee 
The  light  of  thy  returning  face, 

And  hear  the  language  of  thole  lips 
|  Where  God  has  fhed  his  richeft  grace.  J 

[Hafte  then  upon  the  wings  of  lovc> 

Roufeall  the  pious  fleeping  clay, 

That  v/e  may  join  in  heavenly  joys, 

And  fing  the  triumph  of  the  day.  J, 

HYMN     103.     Common  Metre. 
Chrift'j  commijLn.     John  iii.  16, 17. 

COME,  happy  fouls  approach  your  God, 
With  new  melodious  fongs  ; 
Come  tender  to  almighty  grace 
The  tributes  of  your  tongues. 
I  So  ftrange,  fo  boundUfs  was  the  icve 
That  pity'd  dying  men, 
The  Father  fent  his  equal  Soa 
To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jefus,  were  not  avnrd 

With  a  revenging  rod, 
No  hard  commiiTion  to  ptrrforni 
The  vengeance  of  a  God  ; 

4  But  all  was  mercy,   all  vyas  rrula, 

And  wrath  forfook  the  throne, 
When  ihrjt  on  the  kind  errand  ca'W.e 
4ud  brought  fi  -  *n 

H  i 


17*  (mns'a-kd 

5  U™>J«™',  you  may  heal  your  wounds 

And  wipe  your  forrows  drv  ■  ' 

i  ijft  to  the  mighty  Saviour'.'  namp 
And  you  mall  never  die.  ' 

6  See  dearea  Lord,, ur  willing  fou!s 

Acceut  thine  offer'd  grace" 
W  e  Diets  the  great  Redeemer's  |0ve 
And  give  tl.c  Father  pr^ife. 

H  Y  M  N     xo4.    Short  Metre. 
The  fame. 

AISE  your  triumphant  fon^s 
■      loan  immortal  tune, 
Let  the  w^e  earth  refound  the  deeds 
Celeft-1  grace  has  done, 

2  Sing  how  eternal    love 

Its  chief  beloved  chofe, 
And  bid  him  raife  our  wretched  race 
from  thurabyfsof  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears 

Nor  terror  clothes  his  brow  ; 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  fculs 
To  fiercer  flames  berow. 

4  'Twas  mercy  filled  the  throne, 
_.7^nd  wra^  Hood  fiknt  by, 

When  Chrifi  was  fern  with  pardons  down 
•to  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 

5  Now  finnej  s  dry  you/  tears, 

Lethopelefs  iorrow  ceale; 
Bow  to  the  fceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  offerd'd  peace. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call : 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  fetation  thou  hail  brought, 
And  love  and  praifeihy  name. 


B. 


II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         17 

HYMN     105.     Common  Metre. 
.   Repentance  flowing  from  the  patience  of  uoa 

AND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  ? 
And  do  we  yet  rebel  ? 
>Tis  boundlefs,  'tis  amazing '    ove 

That  bears  us  up  from  hell  ! 
The  burden  of  our  weighty  gmt* 
Would  fink  us  down  to  flames, 
And  threading  vengeance  rolls  above 

To  crufh  our  feeble  frames. 
Almighty  goodnefs  cries— Forbear ! 

And  flrait  the  thunder  {lays  : 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath 
And  weaiy  out  his  grace? 
I  Loid,  we- have  long  abus'd  thy  love, 
Too  long  induig'd  our  fin, 
Our  aching  hearts    e'en  bleed   to  fee 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 
b  No  more,  ye  lufb,  mall  ye  command, 
No  more  will  we  obey  ; 
Stretch  out,  O  God,  thy  conqu  ring  hand, 
And  drive  thy  foes  away* 

HYMN     io5.     Common  Metre. 
Repentance  at  the  crop. 

OH,  if  my  loui  was  form'd  for  woo, 
How  would  1  vent  my  li ghs ! 
Repentance  IhouSd  like  rive-rsfj  >w, 
Fiom  both  my  {beaming  eyesj 
'Twas  for  my  Gas,  ray  dear-ft  Lord 

Hung  on  '-he  c.u led  tree, 
And  groan'd  away  z  dying  life 
For  thee,  my  foul,  fortheiCi 
J  Oh,  how  I  hate  thofe  luffs  of  rhine 
That  crucify'd  my  God. 
H  5    ' 


HYMNS  AND  B.  II 

Thofefins  tha  picrc'd  and  nairM  his  flcfh 
Fail  to  the  fatal  wood. 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  tl.ey  fhail  die, 

'  heart  has  fo  decref  d  ; 
Nor  will  1  ipare  tiie  guilty  things 
i  hat  made  r:iy  Saviour  bleed. 

5  Whilft  with  a  melting  broken  heart 

My  murder  ii  Lord  I  view, 

V >:  :ai!e  revenge  agsinfl  my  fins, 

Ajacl  flay  the  murd'ms  too. 

H  Y  M  N      107.     Common  Metre. 
The  cvalaJHng  abjenct  of  God  intolerable. 

t      1    HA1  awful  day  will  furely  come, 
1.     '1  he  appojntt  d  hour  makes  hafle. 
When  I  mutt  (land  before  my  Judge 
fi.  cu  ]  afs  thcfolemn  tell. 
ft  'i  hi  r  love  v  <  hief  ol  all  my  joys, 
Thou  (ov'ieign  of  my  heart, 
How  couJd  i  hear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  ihe  found,  Depart! 
a  1  he  thunder  of  that  difmal  word 
Would  fo  torment  my  ear, 
'Twouid  tear  my  lonl  afunder,  Lord, 
With  moft  101  minting  icar. 
4£What,  to  he  banifiVd  for  my  life, 
And  yet  forbid  to  die  ? 
To  liogei  in  eternal  pain, 
Yet  death  for  ever  fly  ?] 
r.  Oh,  wretched  flate  of  deep  defpair 
To  fee  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  ftaiion  where 
I  mult  not  talk  his  love  .' 

6  "JeTus,  I  throw  my  arms  around 

And  hang  upon  thy  breaft ; 
".'■. "Hhout  a  graciems  fmile  from  thee 
My  fpirii  caunot  rett. 


B  it.    SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

7        Is  graven  on  thy  hand  ■  k 

Show  me  iome  pr  ^e  m  "  y 
Where  my  falvation  ftands. 
grCiveine  on,  kind,  affu-ng  word, 

L     Tofinkmyfeaisagam,      v 
And  cheerfully  my  foul  (haU  wait 

Her  threefcore  years  and  ten.J 

HYMN     108.     Common  Metre. 
Accefs  to  the  three  of  grace  by  a  Mcdktr 

COME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
Up  to  the  courts  above, 
And  fmileto  fee  out  Father  there 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 
2  Once 'twas  a  feat  of  dreadful  wrath, 
And  (hot  devouring  flame; 
Our  God  appear'd  confuming  hre, 
And  vengeance  was  his  name. 
3  Rich  were  the  drops  of  J,K  blood 
6       That  calm'd  his  frowmng  face. 

That  fprinkled  o'er  the  burning  throne  , 
And  turn'd  the  wrath  to  grace. 
*  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet, 
And  venture  near  the  Lord  ; 
No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  rear, 
Nor,douWeflamiBgTwo 

=  The  peaceful  gaxes  of  heav'nlj  t 
Are  open'd  by  the  Soft; 
Hieh  let  us  raife  our  notes  of  praiie, 
And  reach  tb1  almighty  throne. 
6  To  thee,  ten   thbufand  thanks  we    -■     . 
(Jveai  Advocate    0:1  high  : 
And  glory  to  th;  eternal  Kit  . 
■  \  .-,r.  tays  h:»  fury  s>y. 


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1$°  MfttS  AND  B.fl 

H  X'-M  N     ,o9,    Long  Metre. 

Thedarknefs  of  providence. 

loo  deep  to  found  with  mortal  lines 
loo  dark  to  view  with  feeble  fenfe     ' 
a   j\ow  thou  array'ft  thine  awful  face    ' 
in  angry  frowns,  without  a  fmile- 
V.  e,  through  the  cloud,  believe  thy  pIace 
Secure  of  thy  companion  ftill         '  8        ' 

Vie  fail  by  faun,  and  not  by  fight 

rauhgu.desusinthewildernefs, 
Through  all  the  briars  and  the  ni4t 
4  Dear  Father  if  thy  ]ifted  rod        ° 
Ileolveto-courgeushere  below, 
Si.ii  we  muft  ean  upon  our  God, 

Thme  arm  fhalUcar  us  (afely  through. 

HYMN     no.     Short  jfretre; 
Triumph  over  death,  mthe  hope  of  the  f^nSuL 

1     A  N^  muft  this  body  die? 
A    j      Thls  ni"nal  frame  decay  ? 

.--nd  muft  tlefeaftive  limbs  of  mine 
-Lie  mculd'ring  in  the  clay  ? 

Corruption,  earth,  and  worms 
Shall  but  refine  this  flefhj 
rill  my  triumphant  fpirit  comes, 
To  put  it  on  afrefh. 

God  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  often  from  the  fkies 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  duit, 

'iiil  he  fhs'il  bid  it  rife. 
Array'd  in  glorious  giace, 

Shall  thefe  vile  bodies  fhine, 


,.  ii.        SPIRITUAL  SONCS.         tf  I 
And  cv'ry  fcapc,  and  e^'ry  face, 

Look  heavn'ly  an  '  divine. 

Thefe  lively  hopes  we  owe 

'    To  lefur'  dying  love  ; 

We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 

_And  ling  his  pow'r  above. 
Dear  Lord  accept  the  praifc 

Of  thefe  our  humble  longs,. 
'Till  tunes  of  nobler  found  we  raile 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

HYMN     in.     Common  Metre. 
iankfgivingP viaary^Or  Go»V  ^»  «»'«' 
■;o      °  deliverance. 

710 N  rejoice,  ard  Jz*^  Gng> 
^    The  Lord  affumes  his  thi  one  ; 
Come,  let  us  own  the  heav'nly  King, 
And  make  his  glories  known. 
!  The  great,  the  wicked  and  the  proud, 
'       From  their  high  feats  are  hurl  d  ; 
7ehovah  rides  upon  a  cloud, 
J  And  thunders  through  the  world. 
He  reigns  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 

DiRnbytes  mortal  crowns  ; 
Empires  are  fix'd  beneath  his  fmiies, 
And  totter  at  his  frowns. 

Navies,  that  rule  the  ocean  wide, 
Are  vanquifh'd  by  his  breath, 
And  legions,  arm'd  with  pow'r  and  pnae, 

Defcendto  wat'ry  death. 
Let  tyrants  make  no  more  pretence 

To  vex  cur  happy  land  ; 
rjfehovak's  name  is  our  defence  ; 
Our  buckler  is  his  hand. 

HYMN     112.    Long  Metre. 
Angels  minijlring  to  Chrift  and  Saints, 

Gs  RE  AT  God  !  to  what  a  glorious  height 
r  HaR  ihou  advanc'd  the  Lord,  thy  Son  1 


iS2  HYMNS  AND  B.  I 

Angels,  in  all  their  robes  of  light, 
Are  made  the  fervants  of  his  throne. 

2  Before  his  feet  thine  armies  wait, 
And  fwift  as  flames  of  fire  they  move, 
To  manage  his  affairs  of  ftate, 
In  works  of  vengeance  and  of  love. 

3  His  orders  run  through  all  the  hofts, 
Legions  defcend  at  his  command, 
To  fhield  and  guard  our  naiive  coafts, 
When  foreign  rage  invades  our  land. 

4  Now  they  are  fent  to  guide  our  feet 
Up  to  theg^tes  of  thine  abode, 
Through  all  the  dangers  that  we  meet 
In  travel  ing  the  heav'nly  road. 

5  Lord,  when  I  leave  this  mortal  ground, 
And  thou  (halt  bid  me  rife,  and  come,  ' 
Send  a  beloved  angel  down, 
Safe  to  conduct  my  fpirit  home. 

H  Y   M  N     113.     Common  MeLre. 
The  fame. 

1  HHHE  majefty  of  Solomon, 

•*-       How  glorious  to  behold 
I  he  fervants  waiting  round  his  throie 
The  iv'ry.  and  the  gold  ! 

2  But,  mighty  God  !    thy  palace  fhines 

With  far  fuj.erior  beams  ; 
Thine  angel-guards  are  fwift  as  winds, 
Thy  minifters  are  flames. 

3  [Soon  as  thine  only  Son  had  made 

Kis  entrance  on  the  earth, 
A  Pinning  army  downward  fled, 
To  celebrate  his  birth. 

4  AOn^D  TrCf8VilhP3fnSa0df«»»» 

Ua  the  cold  ground  ne  lies, 

Behold  a  heav'nly  fc-rm  appears, 
I   allay  hi5  agonies  ] 


II. 


SPHUTUAL  SONGS.        »l 

-»alUh£1^;Xn:Ind  bring 
Thev  wait  upon  his  iam 

Pleafureandpraiierunthrougn 

To  fee  a  finner  turn  ; 
That  Satan  has  a  captive  lolt, 

AndC/^afubjeftbom. 
But  there's  an  hour  of  bngherpy, 

When  he  his  angels  kna* 
ObftiHate  rebels  to  deftroy, 

And  gather  in  his  friers 
Oh'  could  I  fay  without  a  doubt, 
°  There  fhallrny  foul  be   ound. 
Then  let  the  great  a.  changelfhout, 
andthelall  trumpet  found. 

HYMN     H4-     Common  Metre, 
1IL  death,  viZory,  and  Jo^ 

1    Heconquer'dwhenhefell 

?,>V^f-duhlsdyl0nfghT 

And  fhook  the  gates  of  hell, 

»  Tisjinijh'd  !  our  '«^  ""*, 
The  dreadful  work  is  done  . 
Hence  fhall  his  fov'reign  throne  anfc 

His  kingdom  is  begun, 
o  His  crofs  a  fure  foundation  laid 
For  glory  and  renown, 

XVhenfhrough^eregionS°fthedea 
He  pafs'd  to  reach  the  crown. 

.Exalted  at  his  Father's  fide 
*       c;ts  our  viftonous  Lord, 

To  heav'n  and  hell  his  hands  divide 
The  vengeance  or  reward. 

e  The  faints  from  his  propitious  eye, 
5       Await  their  feveral  crowns, 


r?4  HYMNS  AND  3.  Ill 

Ana  all  the  fons  of  darknefs  fly 
The  terror  oi  his  frovvi  s. 

HYMN     115.     Common  Metre. 
God  the  avenger  of  his  faints  :  Or,  fas  kingdom  fupremcJL 
J   J_J  IGH  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground, 
Reigns  the  Creator,  Gad; 
Wide  as  the  whole  creations's  bound. 
Extends  his  awful  tod. 
2  Let  piinces  of  exalted  ftate 
To  him  afer-ibe  their  crown, 
Render  their  homage  at  his  feet. 
And  caft  their  glories  down. 
3  Know  that  his  kingdom  is  fupreme, 
Y'  ur  lofty  thoughts  are  vain  ; 
He  calls  you  gods,  that  awfcd  name, 
But  ye  mi:  ft  die  like  men. 
£  Then  Jet  the  fov'reigns  of  the  globe 
Not  dare  to  vex  the  juft  ; 

□geance  like  a  robe 
And  treads  ihe  worms  to  dull. 
•5  Ye  judges  of  the  ear-h  be  wife, 
And  think  of  hcav'n  with  fear; 
The  meaweit  faint  that  you  defpife 
Has  ai  avenger  there. 

H  Y  M  N     i>6.     Common  Metre. 

Men 

1    tJOW  can  1  fink  with  fech  a  prop 
X.  JL    As  nay  <  od, 

i  up, 

■  .'Vns  abroad  ?' 
J  How  can  I  die  while  Jcfus  lives, 
Who  role  an  E  dead  ; 

Pardon  and  grace  my  foui  rt  ■ 
From  mine exalted  head. 


I 


L II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         185 

All  that  T  am,  and  all  I  have, 

Shall  be  forever  thine  ! 
VVhate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 

My  cheerful  hands   refign 
Yet  if  I  might  make  fome  referve, 

And  duty  did  not  call, 
1  love  my  God  with  zeal  fo  great, 

That  I  fhould  give  him  all. 

HYMN     IT7.     Long  Metre. 
Living  and  dying,  with  God  prefeni. 
CANNOT  bear  thine  abfence,  Lord, 
..    My  life  expires  if  thou  depart  ; 
Be  thou,  my  heart,  fUll  near   my  God, 
And  thou,  my  God,  be  near  my  heart. 

4  I  was  not  born  for  earth  or  fin, 

Nor  can   I  live  on  things  fo  vile  ; 
■  Yet  I  will  ftay  my  father's  time,"     .. 
And  hope  and  wait  for  heav'n  a  while. 

3  Then  deareft  Lord  in  thine  embrace, 

Let  me  refign  my  fleeting  breath, 

And   with  a  fmile  upon  my  face', 

Pafs  the  important  hour  of  death. 

HYMN     il8.     Long  Metre. 

The  priejlkood  of  Chrift. 

1  T>  LOOD  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  fkies, 
£3  Revenge !  the  blood  of  Abel  cries  :  _ 
But  the  dear  ftream,  when  Ckrijt  was  flaw, 
Speaks  peace  as  loud  from  ev'ry  vein. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  from  God  on  high ; 
Behold,  he  lavs  his  vengeance  by  ; 
And  rebels  that  deferve  his  fword 
Become  the  fav 'rites  of  the  lord. 

3  T°  3efus  let  oUr  Praife?  rife* 
Who  gave  his  life  a  facrifice: 


iS6  HYMNS  AND  B.  I] 

Now  he  appears  before  his  God, 
And  for  our  pardon,  pleads  his  blood. 

HYMN     tig.    Common  Metre. 
The  holy  Jaiptures. 
I    j '    ADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
-*-*     ^  "y  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
And  not  one  glimpfe  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  woid. 
s  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 
Dees  all  my  grief  afluage  : 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
Almolt.in  ev'ry  page. 

3  [This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

lne  pearl  of  price  unknown; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wife 
Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 

4  Here  eonfecrated  water  flows, 

To  quench  my  third  of  fin  ; 
Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
^o  danger  dwells  therein.] 

5  T[wt  the JudSe  that  ends  the  ftrife, 

Where  wit  and  reaion  fail  ; 
My  guide  to  evei lafting  life, 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  Oh  !  may  thy  counfels,  mighty  God, 

My  roving  feet  command  ! 
Nor  1  forfake  the  happy  road 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 

HYMN     120     Short  Metre. 

The  lav:  and  gofpel  joined  in  fcripiun. 

1   XHE  Lo^  decIarcs  his  will, 
L       -And  keeps  the  wcrld  in  awe; 
f  midft  the  i'moke  on  Sinai's  hill, 
Breaks    out  his  fiery  law„ 


H|IL       SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  187 

"he  Lord  reveals  his  face, 

And,  fmiling  from  above, 
ends  down  the  gofpel  of  his  grace, 

Th'  epiftles  of  his  love, 
fhefe  facred  words  impart 

Our  Maker's  juft  commands  ; 
I  he  pity  of  his  melting  heart, 
And  vengeance  of  his  hands. 
Hence  we  awake  our  fear, 

We  draw  our  comfort  hence  ; 
The  arms  of  grace  are  treaiur'd  here, 

And  armour  of  defence. 
vVe  learn  Chriji  crucif y*d , 

And  here  behold  his  blood  : 
All  arts  and  knowledges  befide 

Will  do  us  little  good'] 
We  read  the  heav'nly  word, 
We  take  the  offer' d  grace, 
Obey  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord, 

And  truft  his  promifes. 
In  vain  fhall  Satan  rage 

Againft  a  book  divine, 
Where  wrath  and  lightning  guard  the  page? 
Where  beams  of  mercy  fhme. 

HYMN     121.     Long  Metre. 
The  lata  and  gofpel  dijlivgujjhed. 

THE  law  commands,  and  makes  us  know 
What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe  ; 
At  'tis  the  gofpel  muft  reveal 
Where  lies  our  Rrengtb  to  do  his  will.. 
The  law  discovers  guilt  and  fin. 
And  fhows  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been  ; 
Only  the  gofpei  can  exprefs 
Torgiving  love,  and  cleanfiog  g"C«- 
,  What  curfes  doth  the  law  denounce 
1  Againft  the  man  that  fails  ¥ii-  once  ( 


r33  HYMNS  AND  B< 

But  in  the  gofpel  Chrijl  appears, 
Pard'ning  the  guilt  of  num'rous  years. 
4  My  foul  no  more  attempt  to  draw 
Thy  life  and  comfort  from  the  Jaw  ; 
Fly  to  the  hope  the  g>fpel  gives  : 
The  man  that  trufts  the  promife,  lives. 

HYMN     122.     Long  Metre. 
Retirement  and  meditation. 

IYjl     A  llranger  tomyfeifand  thee; 
Amidft  a  thoufand  hmghts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  higheft  Jove. 

a  Why  mould  my  pafftons  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debafe  my  heavenly  birth  ? 
Why  mould  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Savicur,  go  ? 

3  Csll  me  away  from  flem  and  fenfe, 

Or.e  fov' reign  word  can  draw  me  thence; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  ali  inferior  joys  refign. 

4  Be  earth  with  all  her  fcenes  withdrawn  ; 
Let  noife  and  vanity  begone  : 

In  fecret  filence  of  the  mind, 
My  heav'n  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 
HYMN     123.     Long  Metre. 
The  benefit  of  pu'lic  ordinances. 

1  A  WAY  fiom  ev'ry  mortal  care, 

l~\     Away  from  earth  our  rouls  retreat  ; 
We  leave  this  worthlcfs  wo.  Id  afar, 
And  wait  and  worfhip  near  thy  feat. 

2  Lord  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace 
We  fee  thy  feet,  and  we  adore; 
We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face, 

And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  pow'r. 


]  SPIRITUAL  SGNGS.         i*9 

Iviile  here  our  various  wants  we  mourn, 
luited  groans  afcend  on  high  ; 
And  prayers  produce  a  quick  return 
Of  bleffings  in  variety. 
U  Satan  rage,  and  fin  grow  firong, 
"ere  we  receive  fome  cheering  word  , 
We  gird  the  goipel  armour  on, 
To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord, 

Or  if  our  fpirit  faints  and  dies, 
(^conrcicnceg.urdwuh.nwa.afl.ngs) 

Here  doth  the  righteous  iun  ar  ic, 
With  healing  bea'ms  beneath  his  wings. 
Fatherlmyfoulwouldft.il  abide 
Within  thy  temple  near  thy -fide. 
Hat  if  mv  feet  muft  hence  depart, 
Still  keep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 

HYMN     124-     Common  Metre, 
Mofes,  Aaron,  and  Jofhua. 
»T»  I  S  not  the  law  often  commands 

■*■      On  holy  StWgiv'n, 
Or  fent  to  men  by  Mofes'  hands, 
Can  bring  us  fate  to  heav'n. 
'Tis  not  the  blood  which  Aaron  fpitt, 

Nor  fmoke  ot  fweeteft  fmell, 
Can  buy  a  pardon  for  our  guilt 

Or  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 
Aaron  the  prieft  refigns  his  breath, 

At  God's  immediate  will, 
And  in  the  defart  yields  to  death, 
Uponth'  appointed  hill. 

And  thus  on    Jordan*  s  yonder  fide 

The  tribes  of  ljracl  ftaud, 
While  Mofes'  bow'd  his  head  aud  dy'd 

Short  of  the  promis'd  laud. 


*9°  HYMNS  AND  B.  ] 

5  Ifracl  rejoice  now  *  Ja/hua  leads, 
He'll  bring  your  tribes  to  reft  ; 
So  far  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 
The  ruler  and  the  piieft. 

HYMN     125.      Long    Metre.- 

Faith   and  repentance,  unbelief  and  impenitence. 

1  LIFE  af1(*  »mrnortal  joys  are  giv'n 

To  fouls  that  mourn  the  fins  they've  done; 
Children  of  wrath  made  heirs  of  heav'n 
By  faith  in  God's  eternal  Son. 

2  Woe  to  the  wretch  that  never  felt 
The  inward  pangs  of  pious  grief, 
But  adds  to  all  his  crying  guilt 
The  ftubborn  fin  of  unbelief. 

J    1  he  law  condemns  the  rebel  dead, 
Under  the  wrath  of  God  he  lies  : 
He  feals  the  curfe  on  his  own  head, 
And  with  a  double  vengeance  dies.  ^* 

HYMN     126.     Common  Metre. 
God  glorified  in  the  gofptl. 
i   ^HE  Lord,  descending  from  above, 
Invites  bischildren  near ; 
While  pow'r  and  truth,  and  boundlefs  love 
Difplay  their  glories  here. 
3  Here,  in  the  gofpel's  wond'rous  frame, 
Ficfh  wifdom  we  purfue ; 
A  thoufand  angels  learn  thy  name, 
Beyond  whate'er  they  knew. 

3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  faireft  lines, 

Thy  wonders  here  we  trace; 
Wifdom  through  all  the  myft'ry  {nines, 
And  fhines  in  Jefus*  face. 

4  The  law  its  beft  obedience  owes 

To  our  incarna'e  God  ; 

*  joftiua  tke  fame  xvnh  Jefus,  and  fignifics  a  Saviour.] 


,iB.II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         191 
And  thy  revenging  juftice  (hows 
Its  honours  in  his  blood. 
5  But  flill  the  luftre  of  thy  grace 
*     Our  warmer  thoughts  employs, 
Gilds  the  whole  fcene  with  brighter  rays, 
And  more  exalts  our  joys, 

HYMN     127.     Long  Metre. 
Circumcifion  and  baptif?n, 
:,\ ,  mn  only  fir  ihojt  vchopraafethebaptifmojinjants.) 

1  r-pHUS  d:d  the  fons  of  Abrah'm  pafs 

1    Undei  the  bloody  feal  of  grace  ; 
The  young  difciples  bore  the  yoke, 
'Till  thrift  the  painful  bondage  broke, 

2  By  milder  ways  doth  Jefus  prove 
His  Father's  cov'nant  ai^d  his  love; 
Hefealsto  faints  his  glorious  grace, 
Nor  does  forbid  their  infant  race, 

q  Tneir  feed  is  (prinkled  with  his  blood, 
Their  children  fet  apart  for  God  ; 
His  fpirit  on  their  offspring  fried, 
Like  water  pour'd  upon  the  head. 
*\  Let  ev'ry  faint  with  cheerful  voice 
In  this  large  covenant  rejoice-, 
Young  children  in  their  early  days, 
Shall  give  the  God  of  Abrah'm  praife. 

HYMN     118.     Common  Metre. 
Corrupt  nature  from  Adam- 
3   T)LESS'D  with  the  joys  of  innocence, 
J3   Adam  our  father  ftood, 
'Till  he  debas'dhis  foul  to  fenfe, 
And  eat  th'  unlawful  food. 
a  Now  we  are  born  a  fenfual  race, 
To  finful  joys  inclin'd; 
Reafon  has  loft  its  native  place, 
And  ficfh  inflaves  the  mind. 


■ 


192  HYMNS  AND  B.  II  k- 

3  While  flefh  and  fenfe  and  and  pafTion  reigns, 

Sin  is  the  fweeteft  good  : 

We  fancy  muficin  our  chains, 

And  fo  forget  the  load. 

4  Great  God  !  renew  our  ruin'd  frame, 

Oar  broken  pow'rs  reitore, 
Inlpire  us  with  a  heav*nly  flame, 
And  flefh  fhall  reign  no  more. 

5  Eternal  Spirit!  write  thy  law 

Upon  our  inward  parts, 

And  letthefecond  Adam  draw 

His  image  on  our  hearts. 

HYMN    isg.     Long  Metre. 

We  walk  by  faith,  not  by  fight. 

1  »nplS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  rome 

We  walk  thro'  defarts  dark  as  night, 
'Till  we  arrive  at  heav'n  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  fight  (he  well  fupplip*, 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear  : 
Jar  into  diftant  worlds  fhe  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  defart  through, 
Wkile  faith  infpires  a  heav'nly  ray, 
Though  lions  roar  and  tempefls  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abraham  by  divine  command, 
Left  his  own  houfe  to  walk  with  God  ; 
His  faith  beheld  the  proniis'd  land, 
And  fir'd  his  zeal  along  the  road, 

HYMN     130.     Common  Metre. 

The  new  creation. 

1      ATTEND  while  Gud's  exalted  Son 
XX.  Doth  his  own  glory  {how  ; 


j  II,        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  193 

Behold  I  fit  upon  ray  throne, 

Creating  all  things  new. 
Nature  and  fin  are  pad  away, 

And  the  old  Adam  d ies  ; 
My  hands  a  new  foundation  lay — 

See  the  new  world  arife  ! 
I'll  be  a  Sun  of  righteoufnefs 

To  the  new  heav'ns  I  make  ; 
None  but  the  new-born  heirs  of  grace 

My  glories  fhall  partake. 
>  Mighty  Redeemer  fet  me  free 

From  my  old  (fate  of  fifty 
Oh  make  my  foul  alive  to  thee, 

Create  new  pow'rs  within  : 
k  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  m:ne  ears 

And  mould  my  heart  airefh  ; 
Give  me  new  paffions,  joys,  and  fear*, 

And  turn  the  ftone  toflcfh. 
Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

From  fin  and  earth  and  hell  ; 
In  the  new  world  that  grace  has  made, 

I  would  forever  dwell. 

HYMN     131.     Long  Mstrc. 
The  excellency  cfthe  ckrijiian  rcligiw, 

LE  T  evcrlafling  glories  crown, 
Thy  head,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord, 
Thy  hands  have  brought  falvation  down, 
And  writ  the  bleffings  in  thy  wo:d. 
[What  if  we  trace  the  globe  around 
And  feareh  from  Britain  to  Japivt, 
'i  here  fhali  be  no  religion  found 
So  juft  to  God,   fo  fare  for  man.] 
In  vain  the  trembling  confeience  leeks 
Somefolid  ground  to  rc'A  upon  ; 
With  long  defpair  the  fjirit  breaks, 
'  i  ill  we  apply  to  Ctnifl alone, 
"  I 


HYMNS   AMD  B.  II' 

How  well  thy  blcfltd  truths  agree! 

How  wife  and  holy  thy  commands  ! 

Thy  promilts,  Iioa  firm  they  be! 

How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  ftands,! 
.5   Net  the  feign'd  field-  of  heath'nifh  blifs 

Could  raife  fucb  pi  afures  in  the  mind  ; 

Nor  docs  the  Turkijk  parariife 

Pretend  to  joys  fo  weii  jefin'd. 
b  Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devife 

AfTault  my  faith  with  trccch*rcus  art, 

I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 

And  bind  the  gofpel  to  my  heart. 

HYMN  132.  Common  Metre, 
The  offices  of  Chrid. 

j    \  T  ,  E  blefs  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

y'V       That  comes  with  truth  and  grace  ; 
Jfefus.  thy  fpirit  and  thy  woid, 
Snail  lead  us  in  thy  ways. 

2  We  rev'rence  our  High-prieii  above  , 

Who  offer'd  up  his  blood  ; 

And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love 

Bv  pleading  with  our  God. 

3  We  honour  our  exalted  King  ; 

How  fweet  are  his  commands  ! 
He  guaids  oit  fouls  from  hell  and  fin, 
By  -its  almighty  hands. 

4  Ho  fauna  to  his  glorious  name, 

Who  faves  by  diiPrent  ways, 
His  mercy  lays  a  fov'reign  claim 
To  our  immortal  praife. 

HYMN     133      Long  Metre. 
The  operations  of  the  Holy  Spirit. 
i    Y7TERNAL  Spirit!  we  confefs 

JlLa     And  firig  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  1 
Thy  pow'r  conveys  our  bleflings  down 
Jfrom  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  iq$ 

Enlighten'd  by  thine  heav'nly  ray, 
Our  (hades  and  darknefs  turn  to  day 
Thine  inward  teachings  mate  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 
,  Thy  pow'r  and  glory  works  within, 
3  And  breaks  the  chains  ©f  teigmng  Tin, 
Doth  our  imperious  lufts  fubdue, 
And  forms  our  wretched  hearts  anev^ 
a  The  troubled  coofcience  knows  thy  voice, 

Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  : 
'  Thy  words  allay  the  ftormy  wind, 
And  calm  the  furges  of  the  mind. 

HYMNs3i.     Common  Metre. 
Circumcifion  abclijked. 

j    HTHE  promise  was  divinely  free, 

1       Extenfive  was  the  grace;. 

«'  I  will  the  God  of  Abrah'm  be, 

And  of  his  num'rous  race.'' 

He  faid,  and  with  a  bloody  feat 

Confrm'd  the  words  he  Ipofce  ; 
Long  did  the  fons  of  Abraham  feel 

The  (harp  and  paintuj  yoke  : 
'Till  God's  own  Son,  defending  low* 

Gave  his  own  flefh  to  bleed  ; 
And  Gentiles  talk  the  bleflkng  u-w„ 

From  the  hard  bondage  (rc*d 
The  God  olAbraVm  cla'msour  praife, 
His  promifes  endure  ; 
AnA&njl  the  Lord  in  gentler  ways, 
Makts  thefalvationfure. 

%&H  N     135'      LonS  Metre' 

Types  and  prophecies  -of  Chrift. 
EHOLD  the  woman's  promis'd  feed,. 
'  Behold  the  great  Meffiah  come ,. 
1* 


^  HYMNS     AND 

Behold  the  prophets  all  agreed 

To  give  him  the-fuperior  room. 
2   Abraham,  the  faint,  rejoie'd  of  old 

When  vifions  of  the  Lord  he  favv  ; 

Mofes,  the  man   of  God,  foretold, 

This  great  fulr.ller  of  his  law. 
5  The  types  bore  wi'nefs  to  his  name, 

Obtain'd  their  chief  defign  and  ceaa'd  , 

The  incenfe,  and  the  bleeding  Iamb, 

The  ark,  the  altar,  and  the  prieft. 

4  Predictions  in  abundance  meet, 
To  join  their  blcflings  on  his  head  : 
J'/us.  we  worihip  at  thy  feet, 
./And   nations  own  the  piomis'd  feed. 

HYMN      136.      Long.    Metre. 
Miracles  at  the  birth  o/Chrift 
s   ryHE  King  of  gloiy  fends  his  Son 

-*-       Tc  make  his  entrance  on  this  eaith  ; 
Behold  the  midnight  bright  as  noon, 
And  heav'nly  noils  declare  his  binh  ! 
i  About  the  young  Redeemer's   head  ! 
What  wonders  and  what  glories  meet  i 
An  unknown  ftar  arofe  and  led 
The  e'aftern  fagejto  his  feet. 

5  Simeon  and  Anna  borh  confpire 
The  infant  Saviour  to  proclaim; 
Jnward  they  felt  the  facred  fire, 
And  blefs'dthe  babe,  and  own'd  his  name, 

.  Let  Jews  and  Greeks  blafpheme  aloud. 
And  treat  the  holy  child  with  fcorn ;  t 

Our  fouls  adore  th'  eternal  God 
Who  condefcended  to  be  bom. 

HYMN     137.     Long    Metr*. 
Miracles  in  the  life,  dtath.  and  riJuneSHon  of  Chrift. 
E  H  O  L  D  the  blind  their  fight  receive] 
Behold,  the  dead  awake,  and  liv«! 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.     0    197 

The  dumb  fpeak  wonders !  and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  heart,  and  blefs  his  name  ! 

2  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  fpiiit  own 
/  nd  leal  the  million  of  his  Son  ; 
The  Father  vindicates  his  caufe, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  crofs. 

3  He  die> !  the  heav'us  in  mourning  flood ; 
He  rifes,  and  appears  a  God  ! 

Behold  the  Lord  afcendinghigh, 

No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die. 
5   Hence  and  forever  from  my  heart 

I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart ; 

And  to  thofe  hands  my  foul  refign, 

Which  bears  credentials  fo  divine. 

HYMN    138.     Long  Metre. 
The  power  of  the  go/pel. 
L  'T'HIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
Sent  to  the  nations  from  above  ; 

Jehovah  here  refolves  to  fhow 

What  his  almighty  grace  can  do, 
\  This  remedy  did  wifdom  find, 

To  heal  diieafes  of  the  mind  ; 

This  fov*reigu  balm,  whofe  virtues  can 

Reftore  the  ruin'd  creature,  man, 
3  The  gofpcl  bids  the  dead  revive, 

Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live  ; 

Dry  bones  are  rais*d,and  cloth'd  afrefh, 

And  hearts  of  ftone  are  turn'd  to  flelh. 
I   [Where  Satan  reign'd  in  fhades  of  nighi , 

The  gofpcl  ftiikcs  a  heav'nly  light; 

Our  luffs  its  vond'rous  pow'r  controuls, 

And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  fouls. 
^  Lions  and  bcaflsof  favage  name 

Put  on  the  nature  of  the  Iamb  ; 

V  hile  the  wide  world  efleems  it  ftrange, 

Gaze,  and  admire,  and  hate  tre  change 

*3 


*98  HYMNS  AND  B*l! 

6  May  but  this  .grace  my  foul  renew, 
Let  Tinners  gaze  and  hate  me  too  , 
The  word  that  favs  me  does  engage 
A  fure  defence  fiom  all  their  rage. 

HYMN    j  39.    Long  Metre. 
The  example  of  Chrift. 

1  l\/yTY  dear  Redeemei>  and  my  Lord, 
1VX   I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word  : 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  fuch  thy  zeal, 
Such  dePrence  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love, and  mttknefs  fo  divine, 
I  would  tranfenbe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air, 
WnneiVd  the  fervour  of  thy  pray'r; 
The  defart  thy  temptations  knew. 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  vi&'ry  too.' 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern  ;  make  me  brar 
'lore  of  thy  gracijus  image  here  » 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  fhall  own  my  name 
>  niongU  the  fotl'wers  of  ihe  Lamb. 

HYMN     140.     Common  Metre* 
The  examples  </ Chrift  and  the  faints. 
IVE  me  the  win^s  of  faith  to  rife 
Wiihin  the  vail,  and  fee 
The  faints  above  how  great  their  joys  ; 
How  bright  their  glories  be! 

2  Once  they  were  mournm?  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tear*: 

They,  wreftled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 

With  fins,  and  doubts  and  fears. 

3  I  aft  them,  whence  their  vicVry  came? 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Afcnbc  their  conqueft  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Their  triumph,  to  his  death. 


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and  tht 


i,  B  h.       SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

1  ,-Ji     fo^qecs  that  be  trod, 

43heymar^^f^;V/ 

*     ( His  zeal  mlpir  d  w  God) 

^d,  following  their  mcana 

Poilets'dthepron^di-^ 

While  the  long  cloud  otwi 
^Show  the  fame  path  to  hea^n. 

«.**     «,n       Commor.  Metre. 

r^rl    mv   So v' reign  P-i.»»S* 

And  helps  my  faith  to  »le 

^^  eyes  and  ea^lb^h,;.-. 

,JS^d&tSc^ 
yWhentbey  receive  the  Lo.d. 

,  BaptifmaWatetisaffiga,^. 
J       To  leal  his  cleaning  grace  . 

He  gives  his  lamts  .,  p£v*. 
4  But  no.  the  waters  cf  a  fi,- 
4       Can  make  tr.yllcih  foe  "n, 
Asby  his  fonu  ana -b»£ood    . 
^    He'll  wa(h  my  foul  trom  ..... 
.Novcnoiccft  meat,,  nor  ppfettft  »»«* 

6  So  much  my  be?"  rcirclh,  ? 

Aswhcnmyi^hSoes^o^uu    & 

A-d  feeds  upon  h\h.m%> 
6  1lovetheLord,'.vhofl,oPsfolow, 

Tocive  his  word  a  leal  ; 
B^hench  grace  his  hands  beftov/s 
Exceeds  the  figures  OiU. 


200  HYMNS  AND  B.I 

HYMN     142.    Short  Metre. 

Faith  in  Chrift  ourfacrifce. 

1   "\T0T2llthe  bIo«3  of  beafis, 
1^1      On  Jraijk  altars  {lain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  confeience  peace 
Or  wafh  away  the  {lain. 
*  But   Chrijl  the  hcav'nly  Lamb, 
Takes  all  our  fins  away  ; 
A  facrifice  of  nobler  name, 
-And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

°f  l»at  dear  head  of  thine, 
vVhile  like  a  penitent  I  ftand, 
And  there  confefs  my  fin. 

4  My  foul  looks  back  to  fee 

The  burdens  thou  didftbear, 
Wben  hanging  on  the  curfed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there, 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  fee  the  curfe  remove; 
We  hlels  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
M:cx  hngi.isbiecdinglove. 

il  Y  M  N     M3.     Common    Metre. 
Fkjk  andfpirit. 
Vy  H  \T  different  pow'rs  of  grace  and  fin 

v  v        attend  cur  mortal  ftate? 
1  ha!etl;e  thoughts  that  work  within, 

Aad  do  the  works  I  hate. 

2  ^  mm  ?f  c°,nPIain'  an<*  groan,  and  die, 

v\  liile  fin  and  Satan  rei^n  ' 
Now  ,aife  my  fongs  o{  triumph  high, 
i  or  grace  prevails  again. 

3  So  darknefs  ftruggles  with  the  light, 

Till  Derf\<rtaVar:ff 


Hi    ft'        SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 

Water  and  fire  maintain  the  fight 
Until  die  weaker  dies. 

And  vex  and  break  m>>  peace, 
But  Ifnall  quit  tins  mortal  lue, 

And  fin  lor  ever  ceaie. 


2.01 


HYMN     i44« 


Long  Metre. 
the  fuccejs  of  the  gofpd; 


Tketfufon  of  the  Spirit:  Or., 

^  RE  Vr  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 

O     When  the  divine  difaRles  met ; 

whilft  on  their  heads  the  (pint  came, 
^tthke  tongues  ol  cloven  fiame. 

What  gifts  what  miracles^ave^ei 

And  pow'r  to  give,  and  po  ^^ 

Goi  [pt«dth=myft'ryofr.»crolS. 
4  Thefe  weapons  of  the  holy  «£ 

To  make  oar  ituDo.n  f 
And  lay  the  prouaefi  rebel 
Nations,  the  learned  and  the  mae 
^^heav'oly^^baud. 

While  Sam  "f^^he  crofs. 
And  ha.es  the  d  oar  in- o  i 

„c  „rar»    rny  heart  fubdue  % 
i  Gre?"   Kmg  ol  grace,  royj 

»  ij    h>  'ed  in  tnumpn  too, 

1  would    tje  .eu  n>  r 

A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
A  wimng    /         ^       f  his  word, 
Md  fing  thv.  van- 

i  o 


-2  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

H  Y  M  N     145.     Common  Metre. 

Sight  through  a  gbfs,  and  face  to  fact. 

T  LOVE  the  windows  of  thy  grace, 
X      Through  which  my  Lord  is  feen, 
>ind  long  to  meet  my  Saviour's  face, 
Without  a  giafs  between. 

Z  Oh,  that  the  happy  hour  were  come, 
io  change  my  faith  te  fight ! 
I  fhou;d  behold  my  Lord  at  home, 
In  a  diviner  iight. 

3  Hafle,  my  beloved,  and  remove 
ihefe  mterpofingdays; 
J  hen  /Hall  my  paffions  all  be  lov- 
^nd  ail  my  pow'rs  be  Praife. 

H  Y  M  N     M6.     Long  Metre. 
Tie  vanity  of  creatures;  Or,  r:o  ufionear'X 

1  W ANhas  afculofyaftdefires, 
XVJ.      He  burns  within  with  reftlcfs  fires; 
i  oft  to  and  fro,  his  paffions  fly 

from  vanity  to  vanity. 

In  vain  on  earth   we  hope  to  find 

Some  fclid  good  to  fill  the  mind  ; 

We  try  new  pleafures ;  but  we  fee! 

The  inward  thiifi  and  torment  ftij. 
So  when  a  raging  fever  burns, 

We  ftirft  f,om  fide  to  fide  bv  turns  • 

And  'tis  a  poor  relief  we  gain, 

To  change  the  p'ace  but   keep  the  pain. 

great  Ged  !  fubdue  this  vicious  thirA, 

i  nil  love  to  vanity  and  duft  I  % 

Cure  the  vile  fever  of  the  mind 

a  nd  feed  our  iouls  with  j  Jy,  reftVd. 


;lb  n       spiritual  songs. 

HYMN      147-     Common  Metre. 
Tkt  cr cation  cj  the  zvorld.     <*eo* 

'    ^&id  the  Creator  Lord.         . 

4i  once  th»  obedient  earth  and  iwiei 

ARo?eat  his  foVreign  word. 

j     ^-  the  waters  lay 
4  [Dark  wes  the  deeP, Jh^^y 

Confus'd  and  dro*n  d 

He  call'd  the  light;  the  ne v 
Attends  on  his  command. 
.He  bids  the  clouds  atcend  on  h,i:.h5 

J       The  clouds  afcend  and ilnat  . 

A  wat'rytieafuretottwixy. 

And  float  on  fofter  air. 

.  The  liquid  element  below 
*       Wassather'dbyhtshand; 
The  rolling  (eas  together  flow, 
And  leave  the  fohd  land. 
'With  herbs  and  plants,  a  flow;ryb,rth, 

6       The  naked  globe  he  crown  d,    r 
ErI'nevc  was  fain  to  bleis  the  earth, 

Or  fun  to  warm  the  ground- 
Then  he  adorn'd  the  upper  fkies; 

"Behold  the  fun  appears; 
The  moon  and  liars  m  order  i.te. 
To  mark  out  months  and  year*. 

7  Out  of  the  deep  th'abmghty  King 

Did  vital  beings  frame, 
The  painted  fowls  of  ev'xywiag, 

Andlifhofev'ryname.J 

ft  He  gave  the  Hon  and  the  worm 

8         Ct  once  their  wond'rousb.Tt..,. 

W  Era*ing  be^fc  of  various  form 

Rofclromthctcem.ngeartn. 


203 


r 


*4  HYMNS  AND  BiH, 

9  <*49*  was  fr?m'd  of  canal  clay. 

1  hough  fcv'reign  of  «he  reft, 

Defign-d  ror  nobler  ends  than  theyt 

With  Ged's  own  image  blcft, 

10  Thus  glorious  in  the  Maker's  ey> 

The  young  creation  ftood . 

He  aw  the  building  from  on  hi.h, 
His  wo>d  pronounced  it  good! 

11  Lord,  while  the  feme  of  na:ure  ftands, 

IhypraifefiialJ  fill  my  tongue; 
But  the  new  world  of  grace  demands 
A  more  exalted  fonsr 

H  V  M  N     ,48.    Common  Metre. 
God  reconciled  in  (Thrift 

|EMRE7S7°fallthena^abovs 
My  JWiu,  and  my  God, 

Who  can  rduf  thy  heav'nly  !OVe, 
^   Or  trifle  with  thy  blood  ? 

2  *  Hs  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 
The  Father  fmilcs  again; 
Ms  by  thine  intending  htz*\h 
A  he  f  pirn  dwells  with  men. 

3  'Till  God  in  human  flefh  I  f,  c, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find  • 
Ihe  holy,  juft, and  fscred  Three 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  LJut  if  tmmamtVi  face  aj»e*r 

My  hope,  my  joy  begi,  SJ  ' 

His  name  forbids  nr,  fbvifh  fear, 

His  grate  removes  my  fUjS. 

5  While  7^*  on  their  own  law  rely, 
And  decks  of  wifdom  boa  ft, 
I  love  th'  incarnate  myftrrv. 

And  there!  fix  my  iruft! '* 


„  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        W    I  j 

u-Hymn  .49. c— onrrGoo. 

7J„„<  -<V    -eeternmad  pom   God. 

t    ETERNAL  ■■ov'.rigao i the  iky. 
JQ,      £nd  Lordofallbe^ow, 
We  mortal  to  thy  mayfly 
Our  Hrft  obedience  owe. 
,  Our  foul,  adore  thy  throne  fupreme, 
And  bteft  thy  providence, 
For  magnates  of  meaner  name, 
Our  glory  and  defence. 
.rThecr^nsofaUt^eov.nces^ne 

With  rays  above  the  rcit, 
To  make  the  nation  blelt.J 
,  Kingdoms  on  firm  foundations  (land, 
*       While  virtue  finds  reward, 
And  finner.  periih  from  tne  land 
Byjuiticeandthelword 

c   Let  Cctfiir's  due  be  ever  paid 
To  1"^'  ^d  his  throne  ; 
But  convinces  and  leu!,  were  made 
To  be  the  Lord's  alone. 

HYMN     15°-     Common  Metre. 
Tfo  deccitfulnefi  of  fin. 
.     CIN  hasatboufandtreach'rousarts 

N     To  praaife  on  the  mind  ; 
^J:,Pringloo,s  fiie  temp,  our  hearts-. 

But  leaves  a  ftmg  behind- 
With  names  of  virtue  me  deceives   - 

The  aged  and  the  young; 
JdwhLbeheedlefs  wretch  believes, 
She  makes  hi,  fetters  ftrong. 
„  Sh- pleads  for  all  the  joys  (he  brings, 
And  gives  a  fair  pretence  ; 


/ 


2o:>  hvmns  and  b.  1 

But  cheats  the  foul  of  heav'nly  things, 
And  chains  it  clown  to  fenfe. 
4  So  on  a  tree  divinely  fair 

Grew  the  forbidden  food  ; 
Oar  mother  took  the  poifon  there, 
A  ad  tainted  all  her  blood. 

HYMN     i5i.     Long  Metre. 

Prophecy  and  in/pi? alien. 

1  /T^AS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 

„•    cTi?e.  "S^  P'ophets  f poke  h  is  word  ; 

His  Spirit  did  their  tongues  iafpire, 

And  warm'd  their  hearts  with  heav'nly  fire. 

2  JhefiWOLk\and  ™onders   which  they  wrought 
Confirm'd  the  meffages  they  brought ; 

The  prophet's  pen  lucceeds  his  breath 

To  favethe  holy  word*  from  death. 

3  Great  God  i  mine  eyes  with  pleafure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book ; 
There, my  redeemer's  face  I  fee, 
And  read  his  name  who  dy'd  for  me. 

4  iCt,  tl*ehKc  raptures  of  the  mind 
He  loft  and  var;i(h  in  the  wind  : 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  fecure  ; 
This  js  thy  word  and  mutt  endure. 

HYMN     i5z.     Common   Metre. 

N^ Sinai  and  Sion     Hcb.  xii   18  &c. 
OT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
The  tempeft,  fire,  and  frnoke  , 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
Which  God  on  Sinai  fpoke 

But  we  are  come  to  Slew's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 

And  fpread  his  love  abroad, 


L.    SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  *7 

Rehold  th'  enumerable  hoft 
BOf  tools  cloih'dinMU 
BSoia^!PH,sot^Juft; 
Whofe  faith  is  turn  d  to  light . 

Their  vilcft  f»s  forgiv  n. 

The  faints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead, 

But  one  communion  ma^' , 
AUioinin^Uheirlivmgnead, 

And  of  his   grace  partake. 
Io  fuch  fociety  as  this 

My  Wearv  ioul  would   re.i 
The  Lan  that  dwells  where  » l«. 
muft  be  for  ever  bleft. 
H  Y  M  N    153-    Common  Metre. 
The  d^fcrjoly,  and  madnefs  ofP> 

SIN,  like  a  venomous  difeafe, 
InfcRs  our  vital  blood: 
The  ordy  balm  is  fov're.gn  grace, 

And  the   phyfiqan,  Uoa.  j 

j       ,-  ftrpno-th  are  h-d, 

With  liis  almighty  b.cam. 
,MadncfS)  by  nature,  rdgns  within, 

The  nafiions  burn  and  rage. 
Till  GoVs  own  Son  with  toll  divine  . 
The  inward  fire  afluage. 

.  .    i      j  .a  xa7P  crrafp  the  wind, 
L  [We  lick  the  dull,  we  gra.p 
*         ^ndfolidgoodocfpne- 
Such  is  the  folly  of  the  mmd, 
'Till  7f/a5tnakesuswHe,J 
We  gwe  our  fouls  the  wounds  they  feel, 
We  drink  the  pois'nous  gall. 


2cl  IIYM:  vd  b.IIj 

.And  rufh  with  fu  o  hell : 

Ku,  heav'n  prevents  the  fa!;. 
[1  he  man  poflefs'd  aRion<r  the  tombs 

Cuts  hi    own  flefh  and  cries: 
He  foams  and  raves    'till    ?efus  comes, 
^ndthe  foul  Lint  fl.es/) 

HYMN     154,     Long   Metre. 
Se/frig/iteoufnefi  inptjicitnt. 

1  "  WH4,RE  arC  th€  mourners'  ^aith  the  1 
-™  „    •       waU  a»a  tremble  a    my  word, 
That  walK  in  darkne's  all  the  dav  ? 

Come,  make  rny  name  your  truft  and  flay. 

2  [No  works  nor  duties  of  voar  own 
Can  for  the  fmalieft  fin  atone; 

The  robes  that  na.uremay  provide, 
Will  not  your  leaf!  pollutions  hide. 
S  The  foftefl  couch  that  nature  knows, 
Can  give  the  conference  no  repofe  : 
Look  to  my  righteoufoefc  and  five; 
Comfort  and  peace  are  mine  to  give.] 

4  Ye  fons  of  pride  that  kindle  coals 

W«h  your  own  hands,  to  warm    vour  fouH 
VVa.k  m  the  hght  of  your  own  fire, 
E"Joy  the  fpants  that  ye  defire  ; 

5  This  is  your  ponion  at  my  hands. 
HclLwaus  you   wirh  her  iron  bands  ; 
Ye  ihaii  lie  down  in  (orrow  there, 
Jn  death,  and  darknefs,  and  defpair.*' 

H   Y  M  N     i55.     Common   Metre, 
Chnti  our  p2JJin>er. 

LO,  the  deflroving  angels  flies 
To  Pharaal's  llubborn  Jard  ' 
The  pn  ie  and  flo.v'r  of  iVV/&/dieS 
By  his  vindiaive  hand.' 


I,        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  ft 

u    oali'd  the  tents  of   J««*.  °  <*• 
H^ur;atheT«hd.v.0oV 

He  faw  the  blood  on  ev  yo 
H^*  b,a  the  peace  uU,riwd_ 

.Yt^t-tefptinUedtoo 
JuMce  no  longer  would  £ «f« 
Mas  our  paffover  was  nam, 

* And  God's  avenging  [word. 

HYMN     156.     Common  Metre. 

,  ,  rL  ■     /),  Satan' J  «»«««  temptations. 
\\   HATE  the  tempter  and  bs  charms, 
1   I  bate  hisflatt'nng  breath 

Theferpenttakesa  thou  rand  to.  mi. 
To  cheat  our  fouls  to  death 

He  feeds  cur  hopes  .Uh  airy  dreams, 

/,.  k;u«  with   flavifli  fear, 
And  boils  usiliUia  wide  extiemc, 
Prefumption  or  defpair. 
>  Now  be  perfumes,  How  eafy   Us 
3       To  walk  the  road  to  heavn: 

Anon  he  fwells  our  fins,  and  ones 

They  cannot  be  jorgxv  *• 
,  rHe  bids  young  tinners,  Yet  forbear 
*  L  To^'nA  o/G<w*  or  death; 
Prayer  and  real  devotion  are 
But  melancholy  breath, 
r  He  tells  the  aged,  they  mujl  die, 
I        And  His  too  late  to  pray; 


2io  HYMNS  AND  p>. 

In  vain  jar  mercy  now  they  cry, 
For  they  have  left  their  day.] 

6  Thus  he  funports  his  cruel  throne 

By  miflhief  and   deceit, 
And  drags  the  fons  of  Adam  down 
To  darknefs  and  the  pit. 

7  Almighty  God  cut  fhort  his  powY, 

let  him  in  darknefs  dwell  ; 
And,  that  he  vex  the  earth  no  more, 
Confine  him  down  to  hell. 

H  Y  M  N     i57.     Common  Metre. 
"J  he  Tame 

J    iSJ°W  SatMi  COmCS  with  drca<lful  roar 
i  t!    And  threatens   to  deftroy  ; 

He  worries  whom  he  can't  devour 

With   a  malicious  joy. 
a  Ye  fons  of  God  opoofe  his  rage, 

Refift,  and  he'll  be  gone  ; 
Thug  aid  our  deareft  Lord  engage 

And  varjquifn  him  alone. 

3  Now  he  appears  almcft  divine! 

Like  innocence  and   Jove/ 

Bli«/he  °ld  fcrPem  !urks  within, 
When  he   a/Fumes  the  dove. 

4  %  frm  the  falfe  deceiver's  tongae 

Ye  fons  of  Adam'  fly  J 

°m  Pa£m«  fo,u"d  'he  foare  too  ftrong, 
Nor  Ihould  the  children  try. 

HYMN     1>58.     Long  Metre. 

*»>*:  Or,  the  a'moft  chrijl^  the  h)Pcaue,  <ni 
apojlate. 

I    HROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
*J  And  ihoufands  walk  torfeihei  there- 
But  wifidom  fhows  a  narrow  fiL  '      , 

WKt*  here  and  there  a  traydjer. 


I    „         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         »< 

IS  f  irh^vldefl.uau.n  fare. 
Lord,  let  sot  all  pty.hopesj*^ 

:  r«atcmv  heart  enu.elv  new  f 
WHch  hypocrites  could  ne'e^tUi*, 
US  Je  .poftates  never  Knew 

HYMN     *59-     i0iftm°lMCt^ 

HoYvile  is  our  degeuVaU =  race, 
And  our  firft  fathers  name. j 

t  From  4-  A-  our  tainted  b^ 

Makes  us  avei  le  to  all   that     b 
And  willing  Oaves  to   fin.. 
n  TDailY   v;e  break   thv   holy  laws. 
3  L  And  then   r  .yft  thy    g<-ce; 
Wdin  >hc  old   fcrptntVeaute, 
Enfgamft  our  Maker's  face-] 
4  We  live  e(U.ng'd.  af-  l.omGod, 

4  Andlovethed^^^^ 
With  hailed  run  Je  d«  g 

That  leads  to  death  an^  B*» 
.6A,dcanfuchreb^,bere|k^. 

5  5uch  natures  n^dedtv.ne 
Let  hnners  ice  .hy  glory,  1-d, 

And   feel  this  pov.  r  ,f  lnir'e- 
1    6  We  raife  our  Father's  ri3rne  on  higr, 
•  Who  his  own  Spirit  lend* 


2Ii  ,  .       «VM%  AND  B 

robrlngreb]|Jousflra     ersn 
And  urns  h,S  foes  to  friends 

«  YM  N     tfo.     Long  Metre. 
Cujiom  in  fin. 

^  Put  offL l^e  fpors  that  nature  gives 
Then  may  the  wicked  turn  to  Go!     "' 
And  change  thCir  tempers,  and  their  lives 
«    Asvvel]might£^^nndVCS 

'TheVUi  thc  *'**<&  of  their  ftii, 
The  dead  3s  well  may  Icave  thei  *  " 
A*old  tranfereff,„  ceafe  to  fin.   §         ' 
3  Where  vice  hasheJd  lts         . 

Twdl  not  endure  the  ieaftcommuf. 
None  but  «poW.r  divinely  ftroS"1' 

Can  turn  the  current  of  the  fourg' 
4  GreatGnd!  I  owu  th ypow'rdi vine 

The  wonders  of  crtaling  grace. 

r,  '1Y  M  N     ,6>-     Common  Metre. 

fls  but  a  few  that  find  th e  gate, ' 
While  crowds  miftake  and  die 
•  Beloved  felf  „„ft  be  den  ,d 

Pam  em,ndandwilirenew'd, 
ft^nfupp  remand  patience  try 'd, 
^nd  vain  defires  fubdu'd. 
3LF]efhisadaogerousfoe 

Fl1?herVtPreV3i,sa^ruJe$:     ' 
A-eit  they  deitroy  our  fouls.] 
4  Th< r  low  of  gold  bebani/h'd  hence 
(That  vile  idolatry)  ? 


1 


I.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS,  213 

1   ev'rv  member,  ev'ry/enfe, 
Infweet  fubje&iqn  he.  > 

he  tongae,  that  moft  unruly  pow  r, 

Requires  a  ftrong  reftrai-.t  . 
Vc  rouft  be  watchful  ev'ry  hour, 

And  pray,  but  never  faint. 

,ord,  can  a  ieeblc,  helplefs  worm 

Fulfil  a  tafk  fo  hat  ci ! 
Thy  -race  muft  all  ray  work  perform. 

And  give  the  free  reward. 
HYMN     16a      Common  Me;:e. 

Meditation  of  heaven  :Cu  the  joy  of  fa^ 

MY  thoughts  furmoirat  thefe  lower  flees, 
And  "look  within  tne  vai»  ;, 
There  fprings  of  endlefs  pleasures  rite, 

The  waters  never  fail. 
There,  I  behold,  with  fweet  de.i^nt 

The  bleffed  Three  in'  Od*^ 
And  ftiong  affcaionS  fix  my  ng  A 

On  God's  incarnate  Son. 
ffis  promife  ftands  for  ever  firm, 

His  grace  (hall  ne'er  depart ; 
He  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm, 

And  feais  it  on  his  heart. 
Light  are  the  pains  that  nature  brings, 

How  fhort  our  fonrows  are  ; 
When  with  eternal  future  things, 

The  piefent  we  compare  1 
["I  would  not  be  a  flranger  ftili 

To  that  celeftial  place, 
I  Where  I  forever  hope  to  dwe_»l 
Near  my  Redeemer's  face. 
HYMN     163.    Common  MeEffc 
Complaint  of  dtjcrlion  and  temptations.   , 
EAR  Lord  !   behold  our  fore  dtftreis; 
Our  fins  attempt  to  reign  : 


-r4  IS  AND  B.IJ 

Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  conq»W  grace, 
And  let  thy  fees  be  flam.  *  * 

3   ^A^H°nwith  his  dre?dful  roar 
Affrights  thy  feeble  fheep  ; 
Reveal  the  glory  of  thy  pow'r, 
And  ch«ia  him  tothe  deep, 
3  Mutt  we  indulge  a  long  defpair  ? 
iha.i  ourfetiiions  d;c  ? 
Our  mourning  never  reach  thine  ear, 
Nor  tears  affect  thine  eye?! 
*  3f  thcudefpifea  mortal  groan, 
>et  hear  a  Saviour's  blood; 

o?d  j°  ate  fo  near  the  thro^e 
pleads  and  prevails  with  God 

5  He  brought  the  Spirit's  pow'rfulfword, 

Jo  "ay  our  deadly  foes 
Our  hns  fhall  die  beneath  thy  word 
And  hell  in  vain  oppofe. 

6  How  boundlefs  is  our  Father's  grace 

In  height  and  depth  and  length  ! 
He  nude  hia  Son  our  righteoufnefs, 
"isopinttseurftrength, 
H  Y  M  N     ,6d.     Common  Metre. 
The  end  of  the  world, 

1  \A/HY  Ih0u,d  this  earth  deI'ght  us  fo  ? 

V  V      Why  fhould  we  fix  our  eves 
On  thefe  low  grounds  where  farrow*  erow 
And  ev'rypleafure  dies  ? 

2  While  time  his  (harped  teeth  prepares 

Our  comforts  to  devour, 
There  is  a  land  above  the  liars, 
And  joys  above  his  pow'r. 

3  Nature  fhall  be  diffolv'd  and  die, 

The  fun  mull  end  his  race, 
The  earth  and  fea  for  ever  fly 
Before  my  Saviour's  face. 


[J.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        21 J 

/hen  will  that  glorious  morning  rife? 

When  the  bit  tiumpet  found, 
nd  call  the  nations  to  the  ikies 

From  underneath  the  ground  t 

HYMN     165.     Common    Metre 
ijritfulnefs,  ignorance,  and  unfanaificd  ^ 
•   ONG  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found 
^  Of  thy  faivation,  Lord  ; 
tot  foil  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 

And  knowledge  of  thy  woid! 

)ft  I  frequent  thy  holy  piece, 

And  fnaralmoftin  vain; 
low  (mail  a  portion  otthy  grace 

My  mem'ry  can  retain  ! 
My  dear  almighty,  and  my  God, 
'  How  little  art  thou  known  v.*g. 

iv  all  the  judgments  of  thy  rod 
And  bleffmgs  of  thy  throne  ?J 
How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love! 
'  How  negligent  my  fear  ! 
lew  low  my  hoperof  joys  above  ! 

How  few  affeftions  mere  !  J 
SreatGod!  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  impact, 

To  give  thy  word  iuccefs  ; 
Write  thy  falvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 
[Show  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
Tfeere  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  (hall  never  die.] 

HYMN     166.     Common  Metre. 
The  divine  perfections. 

HOW  (hall  I  praife  th'  eternal  God, 
That  infinite  unknown? 
Who  can  afcend  his  high  abode, 
Or  venture  near  his  throne  ? 


2t6  HYMNS  AND  JMIJJ 

.%  [The  great  Invifiblc  !  He  dwells 
Conceal'd  in  dazzling  light ; 
But  his  all-fearching  eye  reveals  t 

The  feciets  of  the  night. 

3  Thofe  watehful  eyes,  that  never  fle.-p, 

Survey  the  world  around  ; 
His  wifdom  is  a  bound lefs  deep, 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd* 

_  y 

4  [  Speak  we  of  ftrength  ?  His  arm  is  flrong, 

To  fave  or  to  deftioy; 
infinite  years  his  life  prolong, 
.^nd  cndlefs  is  his  joy.] 
',    ^He  knows  no  fhadow  of  a  change- 
Nor  alters  his  deciees ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  his  truth  remains. 
To  guard  his  promifes."] 

5  [Sinners  before  his  prefencedie  ; 

How  holy  is  his  nam^! 
H;?  ang:*rand  his  jcaloufy 
Burn  like  devouring  flame  ] 
,    Jufiice  upon  a  dreadful  throne 
Maintains  the  rights  of  God, 
While  mercy  fends  her  pardons  down, 
Bought  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 
I  Now  to  my  foul,  immortal  King, 
Speak  fome  forgiving  word; 
Trrn  'twill  be  double  joy  tofiug 
The  glories  of  my  Lord. 

HYMN     j  67.     Long  Metre.. 

The  divhie  perjdlwv. 

Gi  REAT  God  !  thy  glories  fbal'l  employ 
T  My  holy  fear, 'my  humble  joy! 
My  lips,  in  longs  of  honour,  bring 
Their  tribute  to  th'.  eternal  King. 
[Earth  and  the  flars.  and  worlds  unknown. 
Depend  precarious  on  his  throne  j 


? 


II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  21 7 

AU  nature  hangs  upon  his  word, 
And  grace  and  glory  own  their  Loid.  J 
rHis  Ibv'reign  pow'r,  wliat  mortal  knows 
It  he  commands,  who  dare  oppoie  ? 
With  itrenuh  he  girds  him'eif  around, 
And  treads  the  rebels  to  the  ground  ] 
[Who#iali  pretend  to  teach  him  (kill, 
Or  ^uidc  the  counlels  or  his  wiil  ? 
His  wiidom,  like  a  fea  divine, 
Flows  deep  and  nigh  beyond  our  line.] 
[His  name  is  holy,  and  nis  eye 
Burns   %v  ith  i^imortai  jealouly ; 
He  hates  the  fens  o!  pride,  and  fheds 
His  fiety  vengeance  on  their  heaos. j 
[The  beamings  of  his  piercing  fight 
Bnng  dark,  hypocrify   toliglrtl 
Death  and  deitru&io.i  naked  lie, 
And  hell  uncovered  co  his  eye.] 
FTh' eternal  law  before   him  Hands; 
Wkis  juftice,  with  impartial  hands, 
Divides  to  all  their  due  reward, 
Or  by  the  feeptre,  or  the  Sword.] 
5   [His  mercy  like  a  boundiefs  fea      . 
Wafhes  our  load  of  guik  away  ; 
While  his  own  Son  came  down  and  dy'd, 
T'  engage  his  juftice  on  our  fide.] 
)  [Each  of  his  words  demands  my  faith, 
Mv  foul  can  re!!  on  all  he  laitb  ; 
His  truth  inviolably  keeps 
Ttae  largeft  promife  of  nis  lips.] 
10   On;telime  wi  ha  gen'le  voice, 
Thou  art  m  God   and  I'll  rejoice! 
Fill'd  win  ...»  ijve,  I  dare  proclaim 
The  brighter!  Honours  oi  tny  name. 

M  Y  M  N      168.      Lot.g  Metre.- 
The  fame, 
t     TF-HOV  Mi  reigns,  His  throne  is  high, 
jj     His  robes  are  light  and  roa^itv; 
K 


2lS  HYMNS  AMD 

His  glory  [bines  with  beams  fo   bright, 
No  mortal  can  iui7ain  the  fight. 
a  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  a.ve, 
Hisjuftice  gua<ds  his  holy   law, 
His  love  reveals  a  fmiling  face, 
His  truth  and  promife  :eal  the  grace. 

3  Thro' all  his  works  his  wifdom  fhines, 
A  nd  baffles  Satan's  deep  deftgns ; 

His  pow'r  is  fov'reign  to  fulfil 
The  nob  left  counfels  of  his  will 

4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  defcend 
To  be  my  father  and   my  (riend  ? 
Then  let  my  fongs  with  angels  join; 
H«.av*H  is  fecure,  if  God  be  mine. 

HYMN     169.     Particular  Metre. 

THE  Lord  Jehovah   reigns, 
His  throne  is  built  on  high  ; 
The   garments  he  afTunr  s 
Are  light  and  majefty  ; 
His  glories  fhioe 

h  be*ams  fo  brigh', 
No  mortal  eye 
Cza  bear   the  fight. 
2  The  thunders  of  his  hand, 
Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe; 
Hb  wrath  and  ju  lice  (land 
To  guard  his  holy  law  ; 
And  where  his  love 
Refolves  U  bVs. 
His   truth  confirms 
And   leals  the  grace. 
^  Through  all  his  ancient  works 
Surptifmg  wifdom  fhines, 
Confounds  the  pow'rs  of  hell, 
*    And  breaks  their  curs'd  defigns;  4 

Strong  is  his  arm 
Aud  (hall  fulfil 


ill.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  2  9 

His  great  dtcres, 
His  fov'reign  wiH. 

j  And  can  this  mighty  King 
Of  glorv  condefcend  ? 
And  will  be  wri  "-  bis  «^e, 
Mv  Ffitker,  a-,dmy  Friend; 
*I  love  his  name, 
I   Love  his  word  ; 
Join  all  my  pow'rs 
And  praife  the  Lord. 

HYMN     107.     Long  Metre. 
God  incompr ckenfMe  and  fiver eign. 
,   r  s~^  AN  creatures,  to  perfection,  find 
I    V_y    Th'  eternal,  uncreated  mind  ? 
Or  can  the  laTgeft  ftrctch  of  thought 
Mcafure  and  lea  xh  his  nature  out*' 

2  »Tis  high  as  hea**n  !  'tis  deep  as  hell  ! 
And  what  can  mortals  know,  or  tell  . 
His  glory  fpreeds  beycrid  the  %y» 
And  all  the  mining  worlds  on  high, 

3  But  man,  vain  man,  would  fam  be  wife, 
Born  like  a  wild  young  colt,  he  fires 
Thro'  all  the  follies  of  his  mind, 

And  fmelisand  muff,  the  empty  wind.] 

4  God  is   a  King  of  pow'r  unknown, 
Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne  ; 
If  he  relolves,  who  dare  oppoie, 
Or  afk  him  why,  or  what  he  does  ? 

c  He  wounds  theheart,  and  he  makes  whole; 

He  calms  the  tempeftof  the  fcui  ; 

When  he  touts  up  in  long  defpair, 

Whocan  resaewthe  heavy  bar  ? 
6  He  frowns,  and  datknefs  "veils  the  mconi 

The  fainting  (un  grows  dim  at  noon  : 

Thepillars  of  heav'n's  ftarry  roof 

Tremble  and  llart  at  his  reproof, 
Ka 


220  HYMNS,  frc  B.  II. 

7  He  gave  tue  vaulted  heav'n  its  form, 
The  clocked    erpent  and  the  worm, 
He  br>  aks  the  billows  with  his  breath, 
.And  Imites  the  Tons  of  pride  to  death. 

8  Thefe  are  a  portion  of  his  ways; 

Br  who  fhal!  date  de'oibe  bis  face  ? 
Who  can  endure  his  light  ?  or  ftand 
To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand  ? 


Knd  of  the  Second  Book, 


HYMNS 

AND 

SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

BOOK       III. 


PREPARED    FOR   THE    HOLY    ORD1NANC 
OF    THE    LORD'S   SUPPER. 


HYMN    i.     Long  Metre. 

The  Lord's  fippcr  ivjlituied.     1  Cor.  xi.  23,  &e. 
,    KfWASon  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
1     When  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell  arole 

Againft  the  :c:i  of  God's  delight. 

And  friends  betrav'd  him  to  h»s  foes; 
2  Before  the  mournful  fcene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  bl.fc'a  and  brake  . 

What  love  through  all  his  adions  ran  . 

What  wond'tus  words  of  grace  he  lpake! 

q  This  is  *«  bodt  hrohe  for  fin 
°  Receive  and  eat  the  living  jcod; 

Then  took    he  cup,  and  blefs'd  the  wtae  , 
'775  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood.  x 

.  TFor  us  his  flefh  with  nails  was  torn, 
He  bore  the  fcourge,  he  felt  the  morn; 
K-3 


HYMNS  AND  B.  III. 

.And  jurtice  poui'd  upon  his  head 
Its  heavy  vengeance,  in  our  ftead. 

was  fpilt, 
:y  the  pardon  of  cur  guile, 
n  for  black  crimes  of  biggeft  fize, 
His  gave  his  foal  a  facrifice.] 

6  Do  this,  he  crv'd,  %// tinejhall end, 
In  metnry  of  your  dying  friend  : 
Med  it  my  table,  and  u 

ove  of   our  d  pa?  ltd  L  rd. 

7  J<fo  -  '  e  celebrate, 

We  (how  thy  death,  we  fing  thy  name, 
JTi  i  thcu  return,   arc  we  [hall  eat 
The  mairiage  (upper  of  the  Lamb.l 

K  Y   I  1   N     2.    Short  Metre. 

Itkfiinb,  i  Cox.  x;  16,17. 
.ft SI'S  invitee  his  fain's 
<-J     I>-  met    around  his  board; 
on'd  ie'-clr  (r.  and  hold 
Communion  wi  h  their  Lord, 
he  fives  his  fl 
ids  us  crink  his  blood  : 
Amazing  favour !   matchla 
O:  our  defcending  G 
s  holy  bread  and  w 
>idi  iia-.nt-  our  fainting  breath, 
ord, 
And  intcreft  in  his  death. 
r  heav'nly  Fr.  er  Calls 
C hrxji  and  his  members  one  ; 
We  the  young cbi  lis  love, 

he  (vft-bori!  Son. 

,  We  :  'ral  pars 

Of  the  Line  broke-,  biead  ; 
One  bodv  hath  i:s  fev'ral  limbs, 
But  Jtfus  i%  the  head. 


1IL        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         2?3 

Yet  aUcurpow'rsbejoin/d, 
His  glorious  name  to  raiU-,- 
PleafureandlovefilUvrytnina, 
And  eVry  voice  be  praiie. 

H  Y  M  N     3-     Common  Metre. 

The  new  covenant  [ceded '. 

r-T«HE  promife  of  my  Fathers  love 

I      Shall  (land  forever  good: 
He  faid,  and gavehiaouUo  death, 
And  feal'd  che  grace  wtthbood. 
s  To  this  dear  cov'oant  of  Lhy  word 
I  fetmy  worthkfs  name  ; 
]  f-aitiV  engagement  to  my  Lord, 
And  make:  my  humble  c.bib. 
,  T-«  light,  and  fueagth,  a,d  pard  aulg  g  ra.e, 
*        And  glory  [hall  be  mine  ; 

MV  life  and  foul,  my  heart  and  flefli, 
And  ail  my  pow'.s  are  tn.ne. 
a  1   call  that  legacy  mv  own, 
Which  Jefu>  did  bequeath 
rrvyas  pureWd  vy^h  a  dying  groan, 
And  'ratify 'din  death. 
r  Sweet  is  themem'ryofhisn^e 
Who  bleiVd  us  mh is  will, 
And  to  bis  tafUrnent    f  k*ye. 
Made  his  own  life  the  feci, 

HYMN     4.     Common    Metre. 

Chris's  dying ''late  i  Or.,   our  fwdon  bought  at  a  di 

price. 
1    V  ¥OW  coiSefcendiog,  and  how  kind 
t/as  God's  c'.ernal  Sor,  ! 
Oar  mis*« v  reach  !d  his  heav'idy  mind, 
•   Andpuybrough    hi  on  down;  j 
a  [When  yi  ;ice  by  our  fins  provoke, 
De.v  forth  i-.i  dic^d  ulfword, 
K4 


224  HYMNS     AND  B. 

He  ?ave  his  foul  up  to  the  ftroke, 
Without  amuim'ring  word.] 

3  [He  lunk  heneath  our  heavy  woes, 
To  raife  us  io  his  throne  : 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  beftows 
But  colt  his  heart  a  groan.] 

4  This  was  compaffion  like  a  God, 
^    Toat  when  the  Saviour  knew, 
The    i iae  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 

H^  pitj  ne'er  withdrew. 
$  Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high, 
His  love  is  i\U    as  great  ; 
Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 
Nor  lets  his  faints  forget. 

6  [Here  we  behold  his  bowels  roll 

-As  kind  as  when  he  riy'd, 
And  fee  the  forrows  or  his  foul 
bleed  through  his  wounded  fide. 

7  |  Here  we  receive  repeated  ieals 

Or    Jefus'  dying  love  ; 
Hard  is  the  wretch  that  never  feels 
One  toft  affe&icn  move.] 

8  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 

W  hile  we  his  death  record, 
And  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt, 
Mourn  that  we  piere'd  the  Lord. 

H  Y  M   N     5.     Common  Metre. 
Chrjft  the bread vflife.     John  vi.  31,  35,  3q. 

I    |"    ET  us  adore  th'  creiml  word, 
JLj   'Tis  he  our  fouls  hath  fed: 
Ihou  art  the  living  ftream,  O  Lord, 
And  tnou  the  immortal  bread. 
8  [The  manna  came  from  lower  fkies, 
But  jtjus  from  above, 
Where  the  fie'h  fpnngs  of  pleafure  rife      * 
«^nd«iivers  tlow  with  love. 


.III.       SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         2tf 

The  Jews,  the  fathers,  dy'datlaft, 

v.  ho  eat  that  hcav'niy  bread  : 
Bat  thefe  prqvJfionj  whi  h  We  talie, 

Can  raift  us  from  the  dead.] 
Bleu  be  the  Lord,  that  gives  his  item 
To  nounfh  dying  men; 
And  often   Ipreaas  hh  table  freth, 
Left  we  mould  faint  again. 
Oar  fouls   mail  draw  their  heav'uly  breaih, 

Whijft    My  h"nds  Applies ; 
Nor  mall  our  graces  fink  to  d:a.ii, 
For  ftfa  never  dies. 
>  Daily  our  mortal  fidfh  decays, 
But  Chrijlo\xt  life  fhall  come; 
His  unrefiued  pow'r  fhall  raife 
Our  bodies  from  the  tomb. 

HYMN     6.     Long  Metre. 
The  memorial  of  cut ■  alf-r.th^d.^   Jonn  xvi.  tS< 
Lukexxii.     19.     Johuxiv.  3. 
i    <-f££US  is'gone  abov  e  the  fkieij 

T  Where  our  w;eak  fenfes  ceach  him  ncfl; 
And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes, 
To  thruft  our  Saviour  from  our  . 
2  He  knows  what  wana'rin^  hearts  we  have, 

Apt  to  forget  his  iovfly  t-.ee; 
!    And,^to    refrefh  cur   rjMRdf,  he   gave 
Thefe  kind   memorials  or  his  g.ace, 
,  Thc  L   1  ^-'c   ip'-d 

With  his  own  •  d yir: g  b lood , 

We  on  the  rich  p 
And  tafie  the  wine  and  bfefs  our  C 

V  Let  finful  fweets  be  a!1   I 

And  earth  grow  ler!  in  ourefteemt; 
CkHJk  and  his  love  fill  ey'ry  thought, 
And  faith  and  hope  be  fix'd  on  him. 


226  HYMNS  AND  B.III. 

5  Whilfl  he  is.abfentfrom  our  fight, 
Tis  to  pr  pare  our  fouls  a  place, 
That  we  may  dwell  in  heav'nly  light, 
And  live  for  ever  near  his  fact. 

<6  [Our  eyes  look  up.varris  to  the  hills 
Whence  our  remrning  Lord  fru.ll  come  ; 
We  wait  thy  chariots  awful   wheels, 
To  fetch  our  longing  1  pints  home.^ 

HYMN     7.     Long   Metre. 

Crucifixion  to  the  world  by  the  crojs  of  Chrift. 

Gal.  vi.    14. 

1  "\  T7HEN  I  furveyihe  wond'rous  crofs 

V  V  On  which  the.Prince  of  Glory  dy'd, 
My  richeft  gain  I  count  but  lofs, 
And  pour  contempt  on  ail  mv  pride. 

2  Forbid   it  Lord,  that  I  fhould   boafl, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Chrift,   my  God  ; 
.All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  moft, 
I  facrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love^flow  mingled  down! 
Did  e'er  iuch  love  and  lorrow  meet  ? 
Or  thorns  compole  fo  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  [Kis  dying  crim!on,like  a  robe, 
Spreads  o'er  his  bodv  on  the  tree; 
Then  am  I  dead  to  all  thv  globe. 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. [J 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  cf  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  prefent  lar  too  !mail  ; 
Love,  fo  amazing,  fo  divme, 
Demands  my  foul,  my  life,  my  all 

HYMN     8.     Common  Metre. 
The  tree  of  life.     . 

I    I"  /""^  OME,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune 
L  v_y    1  o  cur  exalted  Lord, 


HI        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  W 

Ye  faints  on  h.gh  around  his  thvone, 
And  we  around  his  boa. d.  J 
aWhilcoaccupontbi.  lower  ground 
■Weary  and  taint  ye  Hood, 
Wh^delrrefret^enc^e  ye  found 

From  this  immortal  food 
x  ,n-ee  of  life  that  near  the  throne 

5  L    While  in  his  made  we  fit  > 
Hisfruk.spkahngtothenght, 

AndtothetadeasKeet 

6  New  life  U  fpveds  through  dying  h.ar^ 

And  cheers  the  drooping  mind  , 
Vigour  and  joy  the  juice  imparts, 
Without  ailing -behind  j 

,  Now  let  the  flaming  weapon  frod, 
And  auard  all  £^»s  trees: 

Ther^ -'er  a  p.ant  in  all  that  lana 

1  hat  bears  fuch  fruit  as  tnele. 
ft    Infinitecace  oui  fouls  ad*ie, 
8    !   Whofowond'rous  hands  has  made 
This  livtt!  branch  nf  fov'rejgn  row  r, 
To  raile  and  heal  the  dead. 

H  Y    M    N      9.     Short  Metre. 


The  fpint,  the  water,  and  the  blood. 
ET  ail  bur.iqugues.be. one, 

-  '  Topraileour  God  on  high 
Who  from  his  bolom  lent  his  but 

TQiet£kusftrai)grrsT>\i,v 


i John  v,  6 


*W 


22°l  HYMNS  A>TD  B.  Hi 

2  Nor  let  onr  voices  crre 

To  fmg  theSavi&rVharoe  • 
Jtfw,   th"  Amb3fT  dor  oF  peace 
How  checrhllvlcrarnc? 
'  .3   Itcrtft  him  cncs  and  tears 
io  bring  us  p.cai 
Great  was' our*  cl   iy.  ai,d  hc appeal 
lo  mtke  the  payment  goo  J .'] 
:,    4  [My  Saving's  pierced  fide 

Pour'd  out  a  double  flood; 
By  water  v.t  are  purif] 

Andpm.  ,C,-I_ 

£  Infinite  wasour  guih, 

Bar  he.  <-..jrsriefi.  3 | ones  ' 
On-^ec^dgrownd  his  life  '*u  4pi]t 
And  offei'd  witfe  his  groans}. 

6  Look  up,  my  foul,    t0  h;m 

Whole  dea'h  was  thy  defer* 

A^h^blyvi^th^iivingWeiri, 
Flow  from  his  breaking  heart. 

7  There,  on  tbecurfed  tree, 

In  dyinjrpsngs  he  lies.' 
Fulfils  his  Father's  pear  decree, 
/>no  all  our  wants  fupplies. 

8  Thus  the  Redeemer  came, 

By  wafer  and  by  blood  ■ 
And ;whenl!..erpintfprak,  the  fame, 
Vie  feel  his  wirqe/s  good. 

9  While  the  eternal  Three 

Beer  thfe  recoil  above. 
Here  I  believe  he>dr'd.  for  rrie, 
And  feal'd  my  Saviour'.;  love. 

10  [Lord,  e'eanfe  my  fou!  from  fin. 

Nor  let  fhy  grace  departs 
Great  Comforter!  abide  within 
And  witnefs  to  my  hoar.;  ] 


mn,     srtaitwATL  songs. 

HYMN     to.     Long  Metre. 
ChuKcruajiedtthewifJomand  power  of  Gov. 

N/VTURE  with  open  volume  (lands, 
To ,.pr«d  her  Maker',  praifc  abroad; 
And'ev'iy  labour  pf  his  hands  . 

'  Skows  lom-thing  worthy  of  a  God  . 
But  in  the  grace  lhat  rCcu'd  man, 
His  brighteft  form  of  glory  muies. 
Here,  .i  the  cvois,  'tis  raireft  d  aWn 
In  precious  blood,  and  amnion  lines. 
o  THeie  his  whole  name  appears  compete  . 
J   Nor  witcan  guefs,  norrea(on  prove, 
Which  of  the  letters  beft  is  writ, 
Thepow'r,  the  wi'dom,  o   the  4ove  .  j 
4  Here  I  behold  his  inmcjft  heart, 

Where  gra:e  and  vengeance  ftrangcy  join, 
Piercing*  his  Son -with  fharpefl.  fraart, 
-  To  make  the  purchas'd  plea.ures  mine. 

5  O!  the  Iwect  wonders  of  that  crofs 
Where  God  the  Saviour  lov  d  and  dy  d  ! 
Her  nob!efthfe:mvfpmt  draws 

Fiorr.  his  dear  wounds,  and  bleeding  hoe- 

6  I  would  forever  fpeak  his  name 

in  founds  to  mortal  ears  unknown, 

With    angels  pin  to  praife  the  Lamb, 
And  worlrip  at  his  Father's  throne. 

II  Y  M  N     ii-     Common  Metre. 
Pardon  brought  loeurferfs. 
t    T    O  R  I>,  how  ciivireihy  comiortsare, 
A  2  How  heav'nly  is  the  place 
Where  Jcfusfyrtzds  theiacred  tealts 
Of  his  redeeming  grace  ! 
"8  Tree  the  rich  bounties  orour  God, 
And  fweeteft  glories  mine; 
There7^faysvV.hatIam  his, 
And' mv  beloved's  mine. 


220 


2:o  HYMNS  AND  B.  I 

3  Here  (fay*  the  kind  redeeming  Lord, 

nd  thovfi  his  w  eunded  fide) 
See  here  the  'pnng  of  all  your  joys, 
That  open'd  when  I  dy'd  ! 

4  [He  (miles,  and  cheers  my  mournful  heart, 

/>nd  teUs  of  al;   his  pain  : 

-All  thi  -,  fays  he,  I  bore  for  thee, 

And  then  he  fmiles  again.! 

5  What  fhall  we  pay  our  heav'nly  King 

Far  grace  fovaft  as  this  ? 
He  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eye.*, 
And  fealsitwhh  a  kifs 

6  [Let  fuch  amazing  loves  as  trufe 

Be  founded  all  abroad  ; 
Such  favours  are  beyond  degrees, 
and  worthy  of  a  God."1 

7  [To  himthatwafh'dus  in  b  i    blood 

Be  everlafting  praile, 
Salvation,  honour,  glory,  pow'r 
.Eternal  as  his  days. 

HYMN     12.     Long  Metre. 
The  gojp-J  Jeajl.     Luke  xiv.  16,  &c. 
TJ  O  W  rich  are  thy  provifions,  Lord  ! 
L-l  X    i  hy  table  fuinifh'd  from  above, 
The  rruus  of  life  o'erfpnad  the  board, 
The  cup  o'ei flows  with  heav'nly  love. 

2  Thine  ancient  family,  the  Jeiosy 
Were  firlf  invited  to  the  lea  It  : 
We  humbly  take  what  they  refufe 
And  Gentiles  thy  falvation  tatte, 

3  We  are  the  poor,  the  blind,  the  lame, 
And  help  was  lar,and  death  *vai  V}^  ; 
J-tutat  the golpel- call  we  came, 
Andev'ry  want  recetv'd  fupply. 

4  From  the  highway  that  leads  to  hell, 
From  paths  of  darknefs  and  defjuir, 


U   we  are  come  wuh  thee  to  dwell, 
^Ud\o  enjoy  thy  prefence  here  ] 

■Wh«NI  we  pjy  «h'£rr»l  Son, 
that  let.  the  heavn    ^  d      ^ 

And  to  this  wretched  eai  tn  ^  ? 

Tobnnguswancire,    back 

Tt  coft  him  death,  to  'ave  our  lww 

U  °  ll  "        r     i     :t  rnft  his  own; 
To  buy  our  fouls,  it  cotth 

The  v;'VTr ;  c»rom- m«v  f 

HYMN      1.3  „•  /A,  -wflf„ 

Divine  iovt  making  a jeafi,  ^d  ant  g  6 

Lu^exiv.  i7,  ^b>  -d- 
T  t  OW  fwect  and  aweful  isjhe  place,         # 
Ji    With  rj^wuhm  the  doors, 

While  everhfting  love  difplays 

ThecboicellofherUores! 

,  Here  ev'iy  bowel  of  our  God  # 

WUh  ^an^^rtX   U  with  blood, 
Here  peace  and  paraou  ^   & 
Is  food  for  dying  fouls. 
,  While  all  our  hearts,  and I  all  our  fongs, 
Toin  to  admire  the  feait, 
EaJcrof  us  crv,  with  thankful  tongues, 

-Lord,whywaslagueft^ 
,<<  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

4        *  nd  enter  while  theie's  room  ; 

Wh-Vnlands  make  a  wretchen  cho.ee, 

And  rather  ftarve than  come? 
,,Twas  the  fame  love  that  ;prcad  the  fead, 
5        Thatfweetlvforc'dusm; 
EUewehadftillretus'dtotafte, 
And  period  ia  our  fioN 


Y*  HTMNS  A  JB.  i:i| 

6  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God, 

Conftrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
Send  ihy  viclmous  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  flrangers  home.    - 

7  We  long  to  fee  thy  churches  full, 

That  all  the  chofen  race 
May  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  foul. 
oing  thy  redeeming  grace.] 

H   Y   M  N      1 4s     Long  Me:  re. 

The  Jong  of  Simeon  :    Luke  ii.   ,8.     Or,   a  faht  of 
Chnft  make*  death  cafy. 

1  NJ°x^  havs°urr  hear:s  embrace  cur  God, 
X  A    Vie  would  forget  all  earthly  charms 

•'  nd  wifn  to  die  as  Simeon  would 

W  i.h  his  voung  Saviour  in  his  arms. 

2  Our  lips  mould  learn  that  joyful  fona    • 
V.  ere  but  cur  hearts  prepar'd  like  his'; 

••  Our  fouls  fiill  waiting  to  be  gone,  ■ 

And  at  thy  word  deiar't  in  peace.  ' 

3  Here  we  have  feen  thv  face,  O  I  ord 
r  nd  view'd  falvation  with  our  eyes  ' 
Tafted  and  felt  the  living  word,        ' 
The  bread  defending  from  the  fhi  s. 

4  7!hAUrh3,ft  PrePar'd  thi*  dying  Lamb, 
Haft  fct  his  blood  before  our  face, 
To  teach  the  tenors  of  thy  name', 
And  fhow  the  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  He  is  our  light,  our  naoreiig  ftar 
Shall  fyne  on  ra:tons  ycl  unknown  ; 
Lhe  glory  of  thine  l/roe/^re, 
And  joy  of  'pirksiKertnc  th*pne> 

HYMN    tl    c-rvo*  Me;ro. 
Our  Lord  Jefus  at  his  oun  uLie. 

1    THAETn,cm''ycfonr  dying  Lord 
Awakes  a  thankful  tongue: 


.III.      SPIRITUAL      SONGS.       233 

How  rich  he  fpread  bis  royal  board , 

And  blea  the    food  and  tung. 
Happy  the  men  that  eat  his  biead, 

But  doubly  bkft  was  he 
That  gently  bow'd  his  loving  head, 

And  lean'd  it,  Lord,  on  thee. 
By  faith  the  fame  delights  we  tafte 

As  that  great  fav'rite  did, 
And  fit  and  lean  on  Jefui'  breaft, 

And  take  the  heav'nly  bread. 
Down  from  the  palace  of  the  fkies, 

Hither  the  king    defcends  : 
„  Come   my  beloved  eat  {he  cries) 

And  drink  falvation,  friends. 
My  flefh  is  food  and  phyfick  too, 

A/ balm  for  all   your   pains: 
♦And  the  red  firearm  of  pardon  flow 

From  thefe  my  pierced  v>  ins." 
i  Hofanna  to  his  bounteous  love, 

For  hjcto  a  tea  ft  below  ! 
And  yet  he-freds  his  faints  above 
With  nobler  bleffings  too. 

1  [Come,  the  dear  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
*     That  brings  our  fouls  to  reft! 

Then  we  (hall  need  thefe  types  no  more, 
But  dwell  at  th'  heav'nly  feaft.] 

H  Y  M  N  .  16.     Common  Metre. 
The  agonies   of  Chrift. 
!    -XT  OW  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot, 
lN    Our  hearts  no  more  repine; 
Our  ruff' rings  are  not  worth  a  thought, 
Lord,  when  compar'd  with  tnine. 

2  In  1  vely  figures  here  we   fee 
The  bleeding  Prince  of  love; 

Each  of  us  hope  he  dy'd  for  me, 
And  then  our  griefs  remove-. 


234  HYMNS  AND  B.l 

3  [Our  humble   faith  here  takes  her  rife, 

WhUe  fitting  round  his  board  •, 
And  back  to  Calvary  fhe  flies, 
To  view   her  groaning  Lord. 

4  His  foul,   what  agonies  it  felt 

When  his  own  God  withdrew  ; 
And  the  large  load  of  all  our  guilt,  ^ 

Lay  heavy  on  him  too. 

5  Put  the  divinitv  within; 

Supported  him  to  bear  : 
Dying  he  conquer'd  hell  and  fin  ; 
And  made  his  triumph  there. J 

6  Grace,  Wifdom,  Jui'lice,  join'd  and  wrought      f| 

The  wonders  of  that  day. 
No  mo, tal  tongue,  nor  mortal   thought, 
Can  equal  thanks  repay. 

7  Our  hymns  fhould  found  like  thofe  above. 

Could  we  our  voices  raife  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  our  hearts  fhal!  all  be  love, 
And  all  our  lives  be  praife. 

II  Y   M   N     17.     Short  Metre. 

lKCC^.arA\ipcd;  Or,  thejlcfnand  blood  of  drift. 

1  W?  L  ling  th'  amazing  deeds 

*  *     That  grape  divir.e  performs; 
Th'  c^rna:  Goci  come:  down  and  bleeds 
1  o  n  )urifh  d^ing  worms. 

2  This  foul  reviving  wine, 

Dear  Saviour',  'us  thy  b!ood  ! 
We  thank  that  facred  fl  fh  of  thine. 
For  this  immortal  iood. 

3  The  banquet  that  we  eat 

Is  made  or  heav'nly  things; 
Larih  hs^h  no  dainties  half  io  fweee 
As  our  Redeemer  briog.s. 

4  In  vain  had  Adam  fought, 

Aud  fearch'd  hi'  garden  round, 


IT.      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  235: 

jx  there  was  no  f«ch  t.1e{T:d  fruit 

In  all  the  1.  -ui- 

h'  angattek  ho  ft  above 

Can  BevertaftethUfoo*;t 
hey  feaft  upon  their  Maker  s  love, 

But  not  a  Saviour* t  blood. 
)n  us  th'  almighty  Lord, 

.wstbism;  -ace, 

tod  meets  us  with  fome  cheering  word, 

Vvi.h  picture  in  his  face. 

.orne.  ail  y<  r,ts' 

And  banquet  with  the  King  ;  . 

:h;4  v  D  your  fad  complaints, 

And  tune  your  voice  to  fing. 
■alvation  to  the  name 

Ol   cur  adored  Uirijl : 
Through  this  wide  tart::  his  grace  proclaim, 

His  glory  in  the  high'ft. 

H  Y   M  N      18,      Long.    Metre. 
The  fame, 
tv  £SUS!  we  br<  x  before  th  y  feet! 
J      Thy  tabic  is  divinely  ftor'c  ; 
Thv  facred  flefh  pur  folds  have  cat, 
Tis  bvi  g  bread  ;  We  thank  thee,  Lord  ! 
And  here  we  drink  our  Saviour's,  blood  : 
We  thank  thee  Lord!  'tis  gen'rous  wine, 
Mind'd  with  love  '.he  f<  1     -  w'd 

From  'hat  dear  Mccdatg  heart  of  ll 
On  earth  is  no  fuel,  fwectaefs  found, 

Fort;  (  Lamb's  fir  ibis  heav'nly  food: 
In  vain  we  fearch  the  globe  around 
For  bre*d  fo  fine,  or  vine  !o  good. 

Carnal  prcviliont  can  at  bed 
But  chcei  the  heart,  or  warm  the  Head  : 
But  the  rich  roidialthat  we  tafle, 
•Gives  hie  eternal  to  the  dead. 


It 


2^-  HYMNS  AND  B. 

-  5  J°V  to  tne  Ma  Her  of  the  feafl, 
His  name  our  fouls  forever  blefs  ; 
To  God  the  Kma,,  and  God  the  Piled,  fl 

A  loud  Hofanna  round  the  place. 

HYMN     19.     Long    Metre. 

Glory  in  the  crofs :  Or,  not  afhamad  of  Chrift  crua 
%      A   T  thy  command,  our  dearetl  Lord, 

j\     Here  we  attend  thy  dying  reaft  ; 

Thv  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  thy  hoard, 

And  thine  own  flefh  feeds  ev'ry  guett. 
2   Our  faith  adores  th\  bleeding;  love, 

And  trufis  for  life  in  one  that  dv'd  : 

We  hooe  for  heav'nly  crowns  above, 

From  a  Redeemer  crucify'd. 
•  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  fhame, 

And  fling  their  icandals  on  the  caufe  ; 

We  come  to  boaft  our  Saviour's  name, 

And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  crofs. 
4  With  joy  we  tell  thefcoffing  age, 

He  that  was  dead  has  left  his  tombc 

He  lives  above  their  u'moft  ra-;e, 

And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 

HYMN     20.     Common  Metre. 
The  provijensfor  the  table  of  our  Lord;  Or  the  t\ 
life,  and  river  of  love 

1  T    ORD  we  adore  thy   bounteous  hand, 
.A  j  And  fing  the  folemn  feaft, 

Where  fweet  celeftial  dainties  ftand, 
For  ev'ry  willing  gueft. 

2  [The  tree  of  life  adorns  the  board 

With  rich  immortal   fruit, 
And  ne'er  an  angry  flaming  fword 
To  guard  the  paffage  to't 

3  The  cup  viands  crown'd  with  living  juice, 

The  fountain  flows  above. 


til.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.       257 
.nd  runs  down  ftreaming,  for  our  ule, 

In  rivulets  of  love.  J 
'he  food's  prepared  by  beav'rrfy  art 

The  picture's  well  refin'd  ; 
hey  Ipread  new  lite  thro'  ev'ry  heart 

And  cheer  the-  uioouing  mind. 
iteW  aid  pioclaim  the  Saviour's  love, 

Ye  laimsthat  tiafte  his  wine  ; 
oiu  with  yourkmdied  faints  above, 

In  loud  riofamas  join. 
V  Tiouland  glories  to  the  God 

That  gives  ;uch  joy  as  this  ; 
iofanna  !  let  it  iou.ud  abroad, 

And  reach  where  Jefw  is. 

HYMN     21.     Common  Metre. 

j  triumphal  feafi  for  ChriftV  vitlory.over  fnt  and 
d  ,'/z,  and  he'l. 

[f^  O  M  E,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high, 
Vv    High  es  ourjoys  ante, 
And  join  the  fongs  above  the  fey, 

Where  pleafure  never  dies- 
Jefus,  the  God.  that  fought  and  bled, 
/ind  conquer'd  when  he  fell: 
If, That  roe,  and  at  hischaiiot  wheels 
Dragg'd  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell  /] 

[Jefus,  the  Gcd,  invites  us  here 

i'.j  this  triumphal  feaft, 
And  brings  immortal  bleflings  down 
Foi  each  redeemed  gueif.] 

The  Lord  !   how  glorious  is  his  face  ! 

Hov.   kind  his  Imiles  appear  ! 
And  oh  !   what  mel  ing  words  he  fays 

To  ev'ry  humble  ear. 

j  '•  For  you  the  children  of  my  love, 
.    It  was  for  you  I  dy'd  ; 


2?8  HYMNS     AND  B.  | 

Behold  my  hands    behold  my  fee*, 

And  look  into  mv  tide. 

6  There  a»e  the  w<  unds  (or  you  I  bore, 

The  tokens  or  my  paim, 
When  I  came  down  to  tree  your  (bills 
From  mifery  and  chams. 

7  [Juftice  unfhcaili'd  its  fiery  fword, 

And  piung'd  it  in  my  heart ; 
Infinite  pangs  for  you  I  bore 
And  molt  tormenting  fmait. 

8  V;  hen  hell  and  ail  its  fpiteful  pow'rs, 

Stood  dreadful  in  my  wav, 
To  reflate  thofedear  lives  oi^yours 
i  gave  my  own  away. 

9  But  whi.e  I  bled,  andgroan'd,  and  dy'd, 

1  rum'd  Satan's  throne  ; 
High   ,u  my  crofs  I  hung,  and  fpy'd 
The  monfter  tumbling  down. 

10  Now  you  muii  triumphal m  ;  feafi, 

And  tafte  my  iT.ih.,  m\  blood, 
And  live  eternal  ages  blefs'd. 
For  'i.13  immortal  food." 
n   Victorious  God!   what  can  we  pay 
Fur  favors  fo  divine  ? 
A/Ve  would  devote  our  hearts  away 
'   To  be  i'orev.r  thine.] 
12  We  give  thee,  Lord,  our  higheft  praife, 
The  tribute  cf  our  tongues  ; 
But  themes  fo  infinite  as  thefe 
Lxceed  our  nobleil  fongs. 


HYMN     22.     Long  Metre. 
The  cempajjion  of  a  dying  Chrift. 

iUR   fpirits  join  C  adore  the  Lamb  ? 

'  Oh,  that  our  feeble  lips  could  move 
In  ftrains  immortal  as  his  name, 
And  melting  as  his  dying  love  ? 


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.in.     spiritual  so:;gs.       2:9 

Was  ever  equal  p'ny  found  ?     . 
The  Pnnce  of  bcav'n  refigns  h's  brea  n, 
And  pours  his  life  out  on  the  ground, 
To  lanfom  guilty  worms  from  death. 
TRcbrds,  we  broke  our  Maker's  laws; 
He  from  the  threatening  fets  us  free, 
go.e  the  full  vengeance  on  hiscrols, 
And  nail'd  thecurfesto  the  tree.] 
["The  law  proclaims  no  terror  now, 
AndSlW's  thunder  roars  no  more  ; 
From  ail  his  wounds  new  bieffings  how, 
A  Tea  of  joy  without  a  fhore, 
H-re  we  have  wafh'd  our  deepeft  ftains, 
And  heal'd  our  wounds  wifti  heav'nly  biood; 
Rlefs'd  fountain!  Ipringing  from  the  veins 
Of  J  ejus ^  our  incarnate  God.  J 
;    In  vain  our  mortal  voices  drive 
To  fpeak  compaffion  fo  divine  : 
Had'v'C  a  thoufand  lives  to  give, 
A  thoufand  lives  mould  all  be  thine. 

H  Y  M  N     23 •     Common  Metre. 
Grace  and  glory  by  the  death  of  Chrift. 
•    [  Q  ITTING  around  our  father's  board, 
O   We  raife  our  tuneful  breath  ; 
Our  faith  beholds  her  dying  Lord, 
And  dooms  our  fins  to  death.] 
a  We  fee  the  blood  of  J  ejus  toed, 
Whence  all  our  pardons  rife; 
The  hnner  views  th'  et'onement  made, 
And  loves  the  facrifke. 
3  Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  fhameful  ciofs, 
procure  us  heav'nly  crowns  ; 
Our  highelf  gain  fprings  from  thy  lofs  ; 
Our  healing  from  thy  wounds. 
a  Oh  !  'tis  impoffible  that  we, 
Who  dwell  in  feeble  clay, 


240  HYMNS  AND  B.I] 

Should  equal  fuff'ringsbear  for  thee, 
Or  equal  thanks  repay. 

HYMN     84.     Common  Metre. 

Pardon  and  Jirength  from  Chrift. 

1    T?  ATHER,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace, 
JL       To  fee  thy  glories  fhine, 
The  Lord  will  his  own  tnb  e  blefs, 
Xnd  make  the  feaft  divine. 
<i   We  touch,  we  tafle  the  heav'n'y  bread, 
We  drink  the  facred  cup  ; 
With  outward  forms  our  fenfc  is  fed, 
Oar  louls  rejoice  in  hope. 

3  We  fhall  appear  before  the  throne 

Of  our  forgiving  God, 
•  Drefs'd  in  the  garments  of  his  Son, 
And  fprinkled  with  his  blood. 

4  We  fhall  be  ftrong  to  run  the  r^ce, 

nd  climb  the  upper  fkv  ; 
,  Chrifi  will  provide  oar  fouls  with  grace, 

He  bought  a  large  fupply- 
c  Let  us  indulge  a  ch  erfu!  frame, 
For  \ov  becomes  a  feaft; 
We  love  the  raem'iy  of  his  name, 
More  than  the  wine  wetatie, 

HYMN     25.     Common  Metre. 
Divine  glories  and  graces. 

1  T"  tO^  are  thy  glories  here  difplay'd, 

I    Great   God!  how  bright  they  fhine 
While,  at  toy  word,  we  break  the  bread, 
And  pour  the  flowing  wi:ie  ! 

2  Here  thv  revenging  juftice  ftands, 

And  pleads  i's  dreadful  caufe  ; 
Here  faving  men  y  fpreads  her  h£r.ds 
Like  Jefus  on  the  crofs. 


III.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         24 1 

Thy  Tain's  attend  with  ev'ry  grace 

On  this  great  facrifke  ; 
<Vnd  love  appears  with  cheerful  face, 

And  faith  with  fixed  eyes. 
3ur  hope  in  waiung  poflure  fits, 
I    To  heav'n  diredts  her  fixht ; 
^lere  ev'ry  warmer  paffion  meets, 

And  warmer  pow'rs  unite. 
Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  part, 

Andrifing  fin  deftroy; 
Repentance  comes  with  aching  heart, 

Yet  not  forbids  the  joy. 
Dfar  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  fight  ; 

Let  fin  for  ever  die  ; 
Then  fhallour  fouls  be  all  delight, 

And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry. 
Son  g  of  Pr  a  i  $  e  to  the    ever-tkiTe d  Tr  i  n  :  t  >' 

God  the  Father,  Scn,  and  Spirit. 
HYMN     r<6.     \jl  Long  Metre. 

BLESb'D  be  the  Father  and  his  love, 
To  whofe  cekftial  fcurce  we  ov  e 
Rivers  of  endlefs  joy  above, 
And  liHs  of  comrou  here  below, 
Glrry  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God, 
From  whofe  d  ar  wounded  body  roJJs, 
A  precious  ftresm  of  vita!  blood, 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  fou's. 
We  give  thee,  facrcd  Spirit  praife, 
Who,  in  our  hearts  of  fin  arid  wo?, 
Mikes  living  fprings  of  grace  arire, 
And  into  bourd'efs  glory  flow. 
Tins  God  the  Father^  God  the  Sort, 
And  God  the  Spirit  ve  adore, 
That  fta  of  life  and  love  unknown, 
Without  a  bottrm  or  a  fhore. 

H   Y  M   M      27.      ijt  Common  Metr-. 
LORY  to  G<  d  the  Father's  name, 
Who,  from  our  ftnful  rac, 
Chrft  out  hi&  fav 'rites  to  proclairri 

The  ho-  our*  of  his  graoe, 
Glory  to  Gnd  the  Sor.  he  paid, 
V  ho  dv.-elt  io  hnmble  c!ny, 


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HYMNS  AND  B.  I; 

lory  to  God  the  Spirit  give. 
From  whofe  almighty  pow'r 

fouls  their  hea.'nly  birth  derive, 
And  blefs  the  happy  hour. 
4  Glorv  to  God  tbat  reigns  above, 
Th'  eternal  Three  in  One, 
Who  by  ine  wonders  of  his  love, 
Has  made  his  nature  known. 

H  Y   M   N     *8.     xft  Short  Metre, 
j    Y    E  1   God  the  Ruber  live 
J^  For  ever  on  our  tongues; 
Sinners irorri  hisfirft  love  derive 
The  ground  of  all  their  fon'gp. 
a  'Ye  faints  employ  your  breath, 
In  honour  10  the  Son, 
ho  brought  your  fouls  from  hell  and  death, 
By  off'nng  up  his  own. 
a   Give  10  the  Spirit  praife 
Of  an  immortal  ftrain, 
Whofe  ligta, and  JGw'r  and  grace  conveys 
Salvation  dowi1  to  nun. 
a  While  God,  the  Comforter, 
Reveals  our  pardorrd  fin, 

0  may  the  blood  and  water  bear, 
Trie  fame  record  withim 

r   To  the  great  One,  and  Three, 
']  b*t  leal  this  gr&*-e  in  beav'a, 

1  he  Father,  Son,  and  Spa  it  be 

E.erns!  glory  g'Vn. 

HYMN     29-     r<d  Long  Metre. 

CLORY  to  God  me  1  rinity, 
_l    Whole  name  has  myfleries  unknown  ; 
In  offence  One,  rn  peifons  Three  ; 
A  focial  na.uie,  yet  alone. 
2   When  alt  our  oobieft  pow:/s  are  joiu'd, 
The  honours  01  thy  name  to  ratle  ; 
Thy  glories  over  mate:-,  our  mind, 
And  angels  faint  beneath  the  praife. 

H  Y  M  N     30      2df  Common  Metre. 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  adqr'd 
Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
WVin    faves  by  his   redeeming    wojd 


SWKTTU*  SONGS.         m 

fop-Ue  the  Fathered  the, on, 

And  Spirit  all  diving  ia  0ne 

The  One  ^^i'^^Vn. 

Let  Saints  and  angeis  i  Metre. 

HY^MA    Maker's  name, 

L£  T    God  the  Ma&ci 
%«  honour, •»«$£&* 
To  God  the  Saviour  pay 
And  God   tbe  Comforter, 
father  of  light!  above. 
Thy  mercy  we  adore, 
IhcsW  thy  f^X 

^^S     Or  thus.' 

AH   rforv  to  the  wood'rou.  name, 
Lhcrof  mercv,Godoflove; 
rattier  ov  he  Lamb, 

Thus  we  exalt  the  L°rQ!        ,nl    Dove. 

And  lbv  m  NP  ,1      ^Common  Metw. 

xl0Vle^he&/aftheSon, 

Or^t^ovethe^d 

HONOUR  to  the  almighty  Three,, 
And  everlafting  Ob^ 
AlWlorv  to  the  Father  be, 

4e^Nd.6h 6  S3^Short  Metr, 

YE^r^d^s 

-1-         n.      ,v„.  Father,  love  the  Son, 
Worfhip  the  tatnei, 

^t-XVEto  the  Father  oratTe, 
G     Give  glory  to  the  Soo, 


244  HYMNS  AND  B.  II 

And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 
Be  equal  honour  done- 
H  Y  M  N     38     Particular  Metre 

A  fong  of  praife  to  the  bUfftd  Trinity. 
1    T  Give  immortal  praire 

A      To  God  the  Father's  love 
Tor  all  my   comfor.s  here, 
•And  better  hspes  above  ; 
,       He  fent  his  own 
Eternal  Son 
To  die  for  fins 
That  man  had  done. 

2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 
.Immortal  glory  too, 

Who  bought  us  with  his  bleed 
Fiom  everiafting  woe: 

And  now  he  ;ives, 

And  now  he  reigns, 

And  ^ees  the  fruit 

Of  all  his  pains. 

3  To  God  the   foirit's  name 
Immortal  worfh  p  give, 
Whofe  new-creating  pow'r 
Makes  the  dead  Sinner  liv?  : 

His  work  completes 
The  great  d  fign, 
And  fills  the  foul 
With  joy  divine 
I  Almighty  God!  tqthce 
fie  endless  honour  done, 
The  undivided  Three, 
And  the  myfterious  One  : 
Where  reafon  fails 
With  all  her  powers, 
There  faith  prevails, 
And  love  adores. 

^J*0  him  that  chole  us  firlt, 
Before  the  world  began  ; 
To  him  that  bore  the  curie, ' 
To  rave  ebellkw  man; 


III.      SPIRITUAL  SUiNOb.        **) 

To  him  that  form'd 
Our  hears  anew, 
Is  endless  praife 
And  gloj-y  due. 
The  Father's  love  (hall  run 
Through  our  immortal  fongs  ; 
We  bring  to  God  the  Son 
Hofannas  on  our  tongues  : 
Our  lipsaddrefs 
The  Spirit's  name 
With  equal  praife, 
And  zeal  the  fame. 
Let  ev'ry  faint  above, 
And  angels  round  the  throne, 
for  ever  Wefs  and  love 
The  facred  Three  in  One  : 
Thus  heav'n  fhallraife 
His  honours  high, 
When  earth  and  time 
Grow  old  and  die. 

HYMN     40.     3</  Particular  Metre, 
"O  God  the  Father's  throne 
P-rpetual  honours  raife  ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife  : 
And    vvhile  out  lips 
Their  tribute  bring, 
Our  faith  adores 
The  name  we  fing. 

HYMN     4.T.    Or  thus. 

TO  cur  eternal  God 
The  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  all  divine, 
Three  myfteries  in  one, 
Salvation,  pow'r, 
And  praife  be  giv'n, 
By  ah  on  esrth 

And  aH  in  heav'n.  - 

The  HOSANNA  ;  Or,  Salvat'or  ajcnhed  te  Christ. 

H   Y  M   N     42     Long  Metre, 
H   ▼JOS-'NNA  to  King  David's  Son, 
Xl   Who  reigns  ©n  a  fuperior  throne  •, 


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2,f.  HYMNS  &c.  B. 

We  blcfi  the  Prince  of  heav'nly  birth, 
Who  brings  faiva.ion down  to  earth. 
2   Let  ev'ry  nation,  ev'iy  age, 

In  this  delightful  work,  engage; 
Old  men  and  babes  inSionhng 
The  growing  glories  of  her  Kmg. 

HYMN     43.     Common  Metre. 

1  T_Y  OS  AXN  A  to  the  Prince  of  grace, 
JL  J.    Sion,  behold  thy  King; 
Proclaim  ,  he  Son  of  Dav  d's  race 

And  teach  the  babes  to  fing. 

2  Hofannato  the  incarnate  Word, 

Who  from  the  Father  came  ; 
Afcribe  falvation  to  the  Lord, 
Wit  i  bieffings  on  his  name. 

H  Y   M   N     4t.     Short  Mitre, 
t    T  TOSAXXA  to  the  Son 
ii    Or  Dav  d  and  of  God, 
Who  brought  the  news  of  pardon  down, 
Ai  d  bought  it  with  his  bio 
a  To  Chrift  the  anointed  King 
Be  endlefs  bk-fijnga  given  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  glory  ling, 

j  mads  our  ptjee  with  heaven 
H   Y    M    N      45       Particular  Metre. 

HO   S  iNNil  to  .he  King 
Of  David 'sane!  en;  blood  ; 
.  >]<\  he  cornea  to  bring 
Forgiving  grace  from  God  ; 
Let  old  and  y 
Attend  his  w 
A  nd  at  h!s  ft 
Their  honours  lay. 
:   Glory  te  God  on  high, 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Let  earth,  and  lea,  and  flty, 
His  woad'rous  love  proclaim; 
Upon  his  head 
Snail  honours  reft, 
And  every  age 
Pronounce  him  bie 

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**fi*»  tne  man uhofe  cautious feet 
Utfii  morning  !  <uLfe  young,  & 

^dhasa  -.cue  to  fierce  the Jkics 

fu°"fjt%rojidtkutMadiidJa  \ 

'Mj™  among  the  cam*   Z-ife  a     ' 

c  a    * 

C4X 'return  U^ion  find  , 

.  •'•' ,  ^  harmonious  tongues  1 

Lone    happyjbuls,  approach  your  God  , 

•;.•,,,  all  ye  weary  fats  ! 

V^'^joinajo.fu'tune  l 

J***  fc/iu  j.inourih;ee,fol  for.Ss  ( 

^ushfiourjuJu/eylsJ    & 

Mm lift  our voices  hLh  b 

*  tUtJove  the  Lord  f 


'■f^J-O'^bckold  our  fore  di/lreh  u      f 

'  ^>y?  </  all  the  naves  ablT    J   J  \  1 6  * 

'<*iV***  make  our fouls  afraid  u   *** 

•  v  «rfy«.«  W*.  immortal  Am*         .  ,a  124 

ft^thatjdermuJd  b     ^ 

nT^W^tkif^rtivefiie^  I  12* 

E^w^  b       7 


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TABLE. 
1  B.  H. 

r r  b   133 

torvaljfatttucconfrfs  *g 

UAlIHis  the  bnghteji  evidence 

r     Far  from  my  thoughts  vat*,  tsfc. 

Wither, 1  long.  Jfahttojee 

katicr  we  wait  to  feci  thy grace 

■  Sir*,  andunnov'darejkev 

%m  as  t/.e  earth  thy  G^dJlarJs  a 

Uromheavn  the  finning  angeh  fell 
lFromthce.mGod,myjo:,Mr;fe 

Textiles  by  Nature  we  belong  l  ilA 

pGivemethelingsoffoithtonJe  b  140 

h'orytoGodthiTimiy,  b 

iGlor'yta  God  that  wiksttejky  f 

UlontcGedtheMerSname  ' 

GodisaSpuitjuJlandu'fe  * 

Col  of  the  morning,  at  zvhofi  voice  /» 

God  of  the  leas,  thy  thund  ring  voice 


b     68 
c     24 

a     53 

97 

75 


b     a7 


Corf/  the  eternal  aujulname 

God  who  in  various  met  Hods  told  °% 

Go  preach  my gofpe'.fft.e  Lord  a  1. 

C«  tww^i*  «  Jmmanuel  s  feet  5? 

C,^  Gorf.  A<w  infinite  art  taou  fi 

Great  God,  I  own  thy  faience  yfi 

Great  God.  thy  glory  fhf  emP  oy  »        ' 

fcrtfit  Gorf.  to  nArf  a  glorious  height 

Great  Kins  of  Glory  and  oj  Grace  »   »S  V 

Great  was  the  dy',the joy  was gre«t  »    ■*« 

H 
tt^D  1  the  Lngues  of  Greeks, &e.  a  *|4 

•"     //«**>  /Ac  cAurc  A.  /Am yfte^rf,  »« 
>fa**>  tfe  Aw  *  where gracet  reign  J>     3» 

HrfrA  /  /rowi  /Ac  to*fe  «  doLfut  found  *     »o 

//arA  /  '*&  forf.  J«r  /r jw  on   A/£  »  / 

H:ar  what  the  voice  jronJi?av'n..^c        - 

//*  «  *r  %  proji  »)  #V  Goi  £      4 

High  as  the  heaves  above  tne  ground  .      £  "5 

'  #£  A  0/2  «  A/.7  of  dazzling  light  * 


B.  H 

c  42  to  J 
b     85 
b     3 

b 

c    4 
a     i< 

b  xii 

c 

a     98 

a     a 

a  1  jj 

a  *39 
c     1 

T     ABLE 

Hofanna,  &c. 

Hofnnna  to  cur  cor.  qu" ring  King 
LLfjnjia  to  the  Prince  of  light 
H  fj.nna  to  the  royal  Jon 
Hofanna  with  a  cheerful  found 
Hoiv  are  thy  glories  here  dfp'.ay'd 
How  beauteous  are  their  ft  et 
How  can  1  jink  with  fuch  a  prop 
Ho:c  cortdifcetiding  and  how  kind 
Horn  full  of  anguifhis  the  thought 
How  heavy  is  the  >ur>ht 
Hoty  honourable  is  the  h' ace 
1L\  )  arge  the  promife,  how  divine 
i&w  (ft  hax  ejtn  and  Satan  flrove 
How  rich  are  thy  provipons.  Lord 

fad  oar  jlatc  by  nature  is 
flew  jhall  1  praife  tk'  tti  rnal  God  b   1 66 

How  piort  and  ha  fly  is  our  life  b     3a 

Hotojhould  the  fons  of  Adam's  race  a     £6 

Ho-xjhong  thine  arm  is  mighty  God  a      tq 

Mt '-, ;  'Jut  is  the  {-(ace  c     1  a 

ire  all  things  here  below  b     d8 

now  xxsond'tcus  great,  hew  glorious  bright  b     87 

J  CANNOT  bear  thint  a!fence:  Lord  b   1 17 

1  give  immortal  praife  c      ,g 

lihatethe  tempter  and  kis  charms  b   :-6 

JJift  my  banner foith  the  I 
J  !Ote  the  wit  di  w<  of  thy  :^race 
I'm  not  a[hs.m'a  fi  Lord 

IJl'v.dtheje-  away 

J.  fing  my  tavicur  s  whmrous  death 
lehevahfpeohs.  'tt  Ifrjcl  tear 

h  ttighs,  his  thrmc  is  high 
jfefus,  in  tlue  our  eyes  beho.'d 
Jefus 

Jcfis  iigone above tkjkks 
jefus,  theme:!  of  tqn/laxt  grif 


a 

29 

b 

M5 

a 

<°3 

0 

1 1 

b 

114 

a 

84 

b 

j  68 

3 

H5 

c 

3 

c 

6 

a 

1£ 

T     A     B     L     E- 

£&,.  webow  before  thy  fat 

\  fas.  r,«hallth  faints  above 

InthincOwnwaysOGcdf™ 
Uvain  the  wealthy  mortals,  toil 
Invavurlavfnovteurlnes 
hfinittgrief!  amazing  woe 
Jcin  all  the' glorious  naves 
%iKan  the  names  of  lovemdpowr 

Is  this  the  kind  return         ^ 

j-iMDistkefpeechofClv^ourLord 

j  A  DEN  with  guilt,  and  fill  cffws 
^  Let  a'l  our  t^gues  be  one 
Let  cvcr.'ajling  glories  crown 
Let  every  mortal  ear  attend 
LLl  God  the  Father  live 
UlGodtheMaWsfrne 
Lcl  him  embrace  my  foul  *«dhrx 
Lrt  me  hear  but  my  Saviour  Jay  _ 
Let  mortal  tonguel  attar.pt  to rjtog 
Let  others  hoaft  how  pong  they  H 
Id  Pharfes  of  high  efleem 
&ttfkoldHeat!unstvnetheirJo»g! 

Let  the  feventh  Angcl'fi**#M* 
L:ttkeukoleraeeofcnatu<resl:e 
Let  the  wild  Leopards  oj  ihwod 
Let  them  neg:rc  ih-yhp  Lord 
Let  us  adore  th'  eternal  wciS 
Lift  tii'dimmortal  joys  are  give* 
dfeistheimetofervitheLord 
Lift  up  W  eyes  to  the  hav'idy  feat 
Ltkefherpwewentaflray 
LgtteyoungtntcsofAd&mrife 
Lowkatagloriourfght  tfewt 
Lo  whatan;ente?tamtigpgM 


B.H. 

a 


c 

b 

a 

a 

a 

a 

b 

a 

a 

b 


54 
18 

29 

59 
3° 
*4 

9 

95 

»°5 

U9 

74 


b 

c 
b 
a 

c 

c 

a 


i'9 
9 

I;1 

7 


06 


'  0 
r8 


a 

b 

b  1 

b 

c 

b 

a 

b 

a 

a 


TAB     L     E. 

to  the  di/lroying  angel  flies  u    *H" 

long  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found  b  i6s 

took,  gractous  God  how  num'rous  they  a     A 

Lord  at  thy  temple  map  ear  \     \l 
^rd   how  divine  thy  co.  forts  are 
L  >rd,  howfecure  andblejare  they 
yordJ  kowfecure  my  confine  was 
tord    we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand, 

L  rdywe  adore  thy  valdeflgns  bi^ 

**ri    we  are  blind,  we  mortals  blind  l     ^ 

l-yrd   we  eonfcfi  nur  num'rous  fault,  a  t ,  r 

frd   what  a feble  piece  I  "J 

lord^ataHcav'noffaving  grace  I     % 

fo?d  w>-:atathoughtlef  uSh  was  i  \     % 

t^^fm  a  wretched  land  is  this  b     « 

/ a "zT?  m>  tbm£hti  with  wnder  roll 
Loud  kaBelujaki  to  the  Lord 


*9 
c      II 

b     57 
a  115 


b       5 

M  a    46 


JAh I  has  afoul of vaft  dejires  h  iAc 
Mtfiaken fouls that  drfam  of  heav'n 
K)  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lo-d 
drouth  pow'rs  why fiep  ye  f9 
•   *fyGoa,howendlefsis  thy  loie 
fy  Cod,  my  life,  mykm 

My  God   my  portion,  and  my  love  l    9* 

*§  God  permit  menu  to  be  J,? 

fyGod    the/pri  ngofall  my  joys  b        ! 

m  God:  uhat  endlefs  i'eafures  dwell  \       b* 

m^rthowdrejfl^i  °h     J» 

'^  God  my  Sovereign  PHuu  b  ,?? 

fM  come  meditate  the  day  k     %, 

•fO'juh  her  vim  delight  u     ?' 

fh  '^sonawfu'fubjelroll  b        2 

^htsfurmun  tKcf'everfkies  .       b  16a 

N 

i\MED  as  from  the  eaith  wecame  a       * 

^ewthaltUrpowrJkaUJinff  b       ? 

bfurewthcpen  vo'umefands     J   S  c     10 


a   140 

b     25 
a     81 

b 
b 
b  123 

42 


TABLE. 

Nn,  IJhall  envy  them  no  more 

No  more  my  God,  1  boajl  no  more 

Nor  eye  hasfeen  nor  ear  has  heai  d 

Not  all  the  blood  oj  beujls 

Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth 

Not  different  food,  or  different  drefs 

Not  foam  thedujl  affUcli.n  grows 

Net  the  malicious  or  prophane 

Not  to  condemn  the  Jons  of  men 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lad 

Not  with  our  mo-  tal  e^es 

Now  be  the  GodoJ  Ifratlblefi 

Now  by  the  bowels  of  my  God 

Now  for  a  tune  oj  lofty  prafo         > 

Now  have  our  hearts  embraced  cur  God 

Now  in  the  galleries  of his  grace 

New  in  the  heat  of  youthful  bleed 

Now  let  ajpacious  world  arife 

Now  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot 

Now  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour  J 'mile 

Now  Satan  comes  with  d>eadful  tout 

Now  [hall  my  inward  joys  arfe 

Now  o  the  Lord  a  noble  fong 

Now  tv  the  Lord  thai  makes  us  know 

Now  to  the  power  of  Godfupnn.e  a  137 

O 

(~\  FOR  an  overcoming  faith 

0  !  if  my  foul  weieforrn'd  for  woe 
0  the  A  mighty  Lord 
0  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys 
Often  I  fcek  my  Lord  by  night 
Once  nme  my  foul  the  rifing  d  y 
Our  days-  alas,  our  mortal  days 
Our  God,  how  firm  his  prcmifefands 
Our  fins,  a' as  I  howflrovg  they  be 
Our  fouls fihall magnify  the  Lo>d 
Ourfpir  its  join  V  adore  the  Lamb 


B 

H. 

b 

56 

i 

109 

a 
b 

io5 
H* 

a 
a 

95 

126 

a 

8.3 

a 

104 

a 

ICO 

b 

a 

,52 

ic3 

a 

i9 

a 

130 

b 

43 

c 

j  4 

a 

77 

a 

b 
c 

9* 
HI 

16 

b 

b 

5° 
*57 

a 

b 

99 

4  7 

a 

6* 

a 

17 

b 

106 

b 

Fo 

b 

C  * 

a 

71 

b 

6 

b 

19 

b 

40 

b 

85 

a 

60 

TABLE. 

P  B.  HI 

pLUNG'D  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair  b     7<jj 

r  Praife,  cverlajling  prafc,  be  paid  b     601 

iv. 

TDAISE  thee  my  foul,  fly  tip  and  run 

^    Raife our  timmfhant  fm6s 

Rife,  rife,  my  foul  and  leave  the  ground 

vAWTS,  at  yourheavnly,  &c. 
*^   Salvation!  0 the jotfu found 
Sec  where  the  great  incarnate  God 
Shall  the  vi  e  race  offlefli  and  blood 
Shall  tve  go  on  to  fin 
Shall 'wifdum  cry  aloud 
Shout  to  the  Laid,  and  let  our  joys 
Sin  has  a  thoujand  txtacfowu*  arts 
Sin,  like  a  venomous  difcaft 
Sing  to  the  Lord  that  built  the  fkies 
Sing  to  the  Lord  with  pyfd  voice 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  heavnly  hop 
Sitting  around  our  Father's  board 
'  So  did  the  Hebrew  Prophet  rafe 
So  let  our  iips  and  lives  exprefs 
So  new  born  babes  defire  the  breafl 
St  nd  up.  my  foul,  [hake  off  thy  fears 
Stoop  down,  my  thoughts  that  ufc  to  rife 
Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  isflrait 
T 

cjERRIBLE  God,  that  reign'/!,  &c. 
j     \     That  awful  day  willfurely  come 
K    \ee  we  adore.  Eternal  name 
>J^\e  ? lories  of  my  Maker  God 

The  God  of  mercy  headofd 

The  King  of  glory  fends  his  Son 

The  lands  that  long  in  darknefs  lay 

The  law  b\  Mofes  came 

The  law  commands  and  makes  us  know 

The  Lord  declares  his  will 

The  Lord  defending  from  above 


b 

31 

b 

104 

b 

1 7 

a 

129 

b 

88 

a 

45 

a 

82 

a 

106 

a 

9* 

b 

92 

b 

150 

b 

J53 

b 

13 

a 

43 

b 

62 

c 

23 

a 

JI'A 

a 

132 

a 

143 

b 

77 

b 

28 

b 

161 

b 

22 

b 

107 

b 

55 

b 

71 

c 

3° 

b 

136 

a 

13 

a 

118 

b 

121 

fa 

120 

b 

xzC 

TABLE, 

.  Lord  Jehovah  reigns 
it  Lord  on  high  proclaims 
he  majefly  of  Solomon 
'he  memory  of  our  dying  Lord 
lie  promt  fc  of  my  Father's  love 
'he  prom  ft  was  divinely  free 
'he  true  Meffiak  now  appear i 
Tie  voice  oj  my  beloved fom,ds 
'.lie  won  d' ring  woild  inquires  to  know 
mere  is  ahoufe  not  made  with  hands 
rhere  is  aland  of  pure  delight 
there's  no  ambition  [wells  my  heart    ^ 
herezvasan  hour  when  Chrifirejetc  d 
Thefe glorious  minds,  howbiight,  t3c» 
This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love 
Thou  whom  my  foul  admi.es  above 
Thus  did  the  fans  of Abrah'm  pafs 
Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  en 
Thus  faith  thefirjl,  the  great  command 
Thus  faith  the  High  and  lefty  one 
Thus  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  fkies 
Thus  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord 
T%s  faith  the  wifdomofthe  Lord 
Thy  favours,  Lord,  furprife  oui  fouls 
Time,  what  an  empty  vapour  'tis  ' 
'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  io  come 
'Tis  from  ihe'treaftres  of  his  tvbid 
>Tis  not  the  law  often  commands 
To  God  the  only  wife 
To  him  that  chofe  us  firfl 
*Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord  _ 
'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night 
'Twas  the  commiffion  of  our  Lord 

V 
fc  J7A1N  are  the  hopes  the  fens  of  men 
*  *     Vain  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place 
Unfhaken  as  the  faced  hill 
Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  he 
Up  to  the  Lord  that  reigns  o*®&* 


B. 

H. 

b  X 

69 

b 

8.5 

b  113 

c 

'J 

c 

3 

b 

»34 

b 

12 

8 

e9 

a 

15 

a 

1 10 

b 

66 

a 

33 

a 

j  t 

a 

4* 

b 

138 

a 

67 

b 

127 

a 

80 

a 

116 

a 

87 

b 

83 

a 

12* 

a 

S3 

b 

4« 

b 

58 

b 

129 

a 

M7 

b 

124 

a 

51 

c 

9 

b 

51 

I 

0 

a 

5* 

a 

94 

a 

99 

a 

22 

b 

4* 

b    4° 


T     A     5     L     E. 

T,T/E  are  a  garden  wul'ed  round 
P-     We  blcfs  the  Prophet  of  the  Lord 
We  fing  lh'  amazing  deeds 
We  fing  the  glories  of  thy  lore 
Wekcme  J  wee  t  day  of  refi 
Wei  the  Redeemer  s  gone 
What  different  pow'rs  if 'grace  and  fin 
What  equal  honours Jhall  ice  hi  ing 
What  happy  men.,  or  angels,  thefe 
WLt  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God 
Whence  do  our  mournful  thought  arife 
When  lean  read  my  i  tie  C ear 
Wfien  in  the  light  ojfath  divine 
When  Lfurvey  tht  word' reus  enfs 
When  we  arc  rais'dfom  deep  aijtrefs 
When  ft ravgcrsjland  and  hear  me  tell 
Whet,  the  firfi  parents  of  our  race 
When  the  great  Builder  arch* a,  &c. 
Where  are  the  mourners,  faith  the  Lord 
Who  c.  n  defcribe  the  joys  t  at  life 
Who  has  be/iev'd  thy  word 

is  this  fair  one  in  difl:  <fs 
Wkofhalithe  Lord's  elcc~l  condemn 
Why  did  the  Jews  proc  aim  their  rage 
Why  does  your  face,  ye  humble  fouls 
P.  hy  do  ye  mourn  departing  friends 
Why  is  my  heaitfo  fir  from  thee 
Whyfhouldthe  children  cf  a  King 
Whyjlould  this  ea.th  delight  us  fi 
Why  /hould  ice  fart  and  fcai  to  arc 
With  ih  erjul  voice  I  fing 
With  holy  _  ear  a>d humble fbng 
H  ithjay  we  mcd;Lti  the  grace 
Y 
Y  L  faints,  how  tevely  is  the  piece 

Yefons  of  liiam,  enn  andyoung 
Ye  that  obey  the  immortal  King 


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B  I 

a 

b  135 

c 

a  5: 

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b  M< 

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32 

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b 

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b 

b 

b   154 

a    :oi 

a  141 

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7b 
24 


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4 

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3 

20 


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a  Ml 

b  164 

b  31 

a  I4I 

b  44 

a  1-5 

a  38 

a  89 

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